I have looked at some of the other reviews and been puzzled by the struggle people have with this book. What the book is NOT about is finding a basket. The basket is merely a symbolic tool whether or not they were actually looking for one. What is the basket in this book? It is a weaving of peopl...
Through a landscape of breathtaking beauty, the author retraces the path of the once well-worn hippy trail from Turkey to Iran, Afghanistan to Pakistan, India to Nepal, meeting trail veterans and locals on his way, and reliving wide-eyed adventures as he witnesses a world of extraordinary and ter...
Jasmine. She had wound a white string of fresh blossoms into her hair and let it brush against the copper-brown nape of her neck. I lowered my head and smelt anise. Its sweet scent stirred a memory of two lovers draped around one another in hazy exhaustion. A decade before, beside Kandawgyi Lake ...
What a Day for a Daydream 17. What a Day for a Daydream The white Fokker circles a sprawling, ruined world. Rolling streets of shattered tarmac skirt cruise-missile craters fifty feet deep. UNHCR plastic sacking wraps khaki compounds which have ‘eaten a rocket’. Skeletons of civil aircraft serve ...
