This book begins as matter-of-factly as it ends: with Dervla Murphy announcing that—since it was her childhood ambition to ride a bicycle from her home in Ireland, to India—January of 1963 seemed as good a time as any to cross that item off her “To Do” list.And so off she goes—totally alone—with ...
As usual, Dervla Murphy amazes me in her ability to adapt and flourish in new environments. In this book, her six-year-old daughter adds to my amazement by joining Ms. Murphy in hiking around in the Baltistan region of the Karakoram Mountains (part of the Himalayas) during the winter of 1974-197...
tWhen I moved to Singapore a few months ago, I wasn’t sure if there was a library system or not, so packed along a box of books from my "bought them and will get around to reading them someday” shelf. The Waiting Land was among them, and as I’m finally taking the family to Kathmandu this Christm...
Adventure in Abyssinia, June 13, 2015This review is from: In Ethiopia with a Mule (Paperback)Published in 1968, this is a remarkable account of one woman's trek of over 1000 miles through Ethiopia. Accompanied only by her trusty mule, Jock, she tells of their adventures crossing the inhospitable ...
One wonders if they are aware of the exact nature of the operation they have chosen to subsidise. On my arrival in July, I took the situation at its face-value; Dharamsala Nursery was a refuge for children whose parents were unable to care for them and who would probably d...
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But one of the caravans which followed us did have a horse killed by falling stones and one of the porters had an arm FILLIPO DE FILLIPI (1914) Gol – 5 February The few people about when we left Skardu all stopped to stare at the dotty ferenghis; and one young policeman, who speaks some English...
At the end of the month my ISM friend Tom flew from Cairo to join the US vessel, Audacity of Hope. Perhaps she was inauspiciously named; yet again the sailor activists were thwarted. Greece and Cyprus had given in to US bullying and saboteurs crippled the Swedish Juliano and the Irish MV Saoirse....
She was fat and forty and placidly uncritical of our house and its inmates. She baked delicious soda bread, of which she ate immoderate quantities, and could cook two dishes well. (Irish stew and bacon and cabbage.) Her reactions were prodigiously slow; half-an-hour after something had amused her...
It gives me all I can do to cope with the date and I’ve long since given up the unequal struggle to distinguish one day of the week from another; when Friday is Sunday and Thursday is Saturday and Saturday is Monday it seems hardly worth the effort. But presumably I’ll register the significance o...