Long waits in stations, truck-stops, borders and so on make up great swathes of the actual flesh of adventures. Waiting for hours while a customs official turns your anus inside out, or insists on a telephone interview with your grandmother, or keeps asking you to explain how you got a light dusting of meth-amphetamine onContinue reading “Adventure”
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Elinor Rupert
Our intelligent, reliable, jovial, and fearsomely independent car, who has taken us over 7000 miles, has just died. Luckily, we are in the middle of the desert and so the sun is shining, and there are plenty of snakes. Phew! I’m trying to convince one to give me an apple. We had named the carContinue reading “Elinor Rupert”