I had brought my motorbike with me from England. It was a 50cc Honda Marauder that I had bought for when long-term railway engineering works had disrupted part of my commute into London. I was no biker for sure, but I loved this handsome little machine that looked far more powerful and slick than it actually was. In those days there were very … [Read more...]


lunch break

I opted for lunch at a rather gaudy mid-town snackette where a friend had recently secured a part-time cooking and waiting job. It seemed a good idea to patronize the place and offer her a bit of moral support. Although it was still fairly empty I took a seat at the bar and studied the rather stark menu which was written on a small slate that hung … [Read more...]


Boiling Lake

Valley of Desolation, Dominica

I hiked to the Boiling Lake yesterday. Here are some pictures. The weather was great - as good as I can remember on this hike - and the scenery was breathtaking. The trail was in pretty good shape except for the Morne Nicholls - Valley of Desolation descent/ascent. To be honest this is always the worst part and the trickiest to maintain. Quite a … [Read more...]


dreams of a wistful nomad (4.0)

DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask Kylius The morning sky was overcast and the town was covered in a thick blanket of snow. Flakes continued to fall in flurries but at least the chill wind had abated. Kylius pulled his threadbare jacket tightly around his neck and ventured out into the street. Dark outlines of people moved against the … [Read more...]


I got chatting with my neighbour last night just as the sun was going down. I was digging out elephant grass and other weeds, he was watching me. He earns a living as a gardener so I'm never quite sure what he's thinking when he sees me weeding, digging, planting and so on. - So how is work ? I asked. - Good oui. - So is it a big garden … [Read more...]