Haghia Sophia waits. Commissioned by Emperor Justinian in 532, she remained the most important church in Christendom for nearly 1 000 years and thereafter, with the arrival of the Turks, was declared a mosque.
But unless I want to set up camp in the dark, I had better make an effort to find the Charyn Canyon. Then the canyon finds me; as the road winds through black rock cuttings that crowd out the light, they dramatically fall away as the mountain turns to canyon. The heat rises out of... Continue Reading →
I set out to find the real Qufu, which doesn't take long. Just outside the ancient city wall, the beautifully paved roads, well-tended gardens, and up-market restaurants are replaced by squalid streets
Hunkering down in a motel in Mexican Hat, I make phone calls to the family in Milwaukee, and to 5W Nancy in Denver while keeping a horrified eye on the weather channel. Two massive snowstorms are sweeping across America from east and west, closing roads and airports in their wake. The American Christmas traffic, both... Continue Reading →
Karabo Kogleng , of Book Talk SAFM radio , and I, spent half an hour discussing the more philosophical points of gardening, of relating with nature, and the nature of border posts. All of which I got first hand experience of, during my solo drive once around the planet. The full story can be read in 'My Year of Beds'. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxQVJBdz2pE The photographs are not included in the book.