Travel-related Parries

July 2009

Israel, the Bad So Far

I’m surprised at the general appearance of Tel Aviv folks. Yes, it’s hot, but people appear dressed as if they’re in, I don’t know, Be’er Sheva. And the people in Be’er Sheva, last time I was there, looked to me like they’re dressed for Gaza.

January 2008

The Small Adventures - Part 2

There in the empty restaurant by the water at Dieppe I had toast with foie gras, a carafe of red wine, a huge plate of mussels and chips, and finally a creme brulee. Somehow, though I’ve eaten in restaurants hundreds of times, I felt grown up sitting there alone on my travels.

December 2007

The Small Adventures

Of course we were late for the train. We enquired frantically among the taxis for one who would accept the two dogs — mine and Davide’s — and take us to Termini Station so I could catch the 11pm train to Milan that would be one third of our journey to Britain.

October 2007

A Restoration and Return

There she was, sitting outside the apartment block! How did she do it? Dogs must have some sort of navigational sense we don’t understand.

Jam and bread, Jam and bread, Jam and bread!

In retrospect, my dog Maddie had a simpler life; the big adventures of uprooting only came in the last year of her life, whereas her offspring Jam has spent over a third of hers here in Italy, with her fixtures — first Maddie and then me — falling away.

This Trip’s Last Day

I went to Astor Place Haircutters. I crossed Manhattan Bridge on foot. I walked west along Canal St, seeking a bamboo steamer.

September 2007

Flightblogging

With the squeaks from the front and the clatter from the bulkheads and the smell from the toilet, there’s a reason to prefer Gatwick and the train over Heathrow and the bus. It’s very misty but we’re here. Korean Air Cargo. A parking lot.

July 2007

The Soft Ache of Cold Hotels

The back yard is now set up and quite effortlessly picturesque, with its greenage and raw brick walls. Until we start trying to grow wee vegetables nothing else need be done except the daily maintenance of clearing the butts from the ashtray and the leaves from the ground.

June 2007

A Rash Appointment

I have a rash on my face these days, reaching from my forehead down the sides of my nose and to my mouth. It went away while I was in America but now back in Britain it’s returned. How can that be?

A Cabaret Old Chum

It’s a last bastion of civility, Brian mused ruefully (with that inability of his to be really rued), as we had a beer walking through Penn Station to his train. I realized that I don’t know people like him anymore: libertarian Democrats.

Squelching in a Bath of Me

I rode the Metro subway for the first time — didn’t even known Los Angeles has one. It’s cheap and clean, but the problem is there just aren’t that many trains, as if the city sabotages its own public transport system and wants you to have a car.

Pursuit of Hashemesh

Welcome to three weeks in America. Top story in USA Today: Tiger Woods is going to design a golf course.

September 2003

Egypt Still Horrid

They have everything that matters here at Dahab — Swedish women, internet cafes, Cadbury’s chocolate — but it’s even more of a shithole than it was a decade ago.

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