David Farnsworth, poet and traveller, records some more observations about this curious world.
Mt Macedon, Recollected, Early Spring
A couple of maidens and I were
sussing out a walk from the
Tea Rooms Car Park and the Camel's Hump.
I have mostly unpleasant memories
of camels. There was Cable Beach where
our camel was not well.
It stumbled when walking through a
dry creek bed. My partner was not small.
I was behind her. "I can't see a thing!"
Then there was a camel tethered
half-way up a hill in Northern China
hoping some of the 50,000 visitors
would accept an invitation to have
their photograph taken while on its back.
But I prevaricate.
The air was chill. Snow flurries
covered my furry hat, clung to my
beard, while frozen snow drifts crunchd.
The path was wet. The local leeches
hadn't seen this much blood on the move
since the last kangaroo.
One small leech latched on but found
my blood too alcoholic. Why would you
risk cirrhosis on such a small liver?
It dropped off the pace. I found
a drunkard further on, attached to my
ankle, horribly bloated.
Always carry salt on bush walks.
"So stretcht out huge in length the
I demolished her between two rocks.
My life's blood flowed out of her.
Scarcely knowing tother leg from twitch
I made it to the Hump. How pleasant
the view! How sweet the water in rock cavities!
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What a great restaurant. The jimmy
Woodsers occupy a tall bar stool,
the bar-flies cluster as the bar.
Mine Host keeps the wretches happy.
"It's his playground," he tells me. The
waitresses are all care, polishing
the water glasses until they shine. Then the
plastic covered menus get the treatment.
This is a seriously good bistro/bar.
Where else can you get an incredible
pasta dish and seriously good wine
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The Main Street Woodend
We're in an environmentally friendly town.
Hessian bags are de rigeur. Shops offer
gifts from your worst nightmare
Aficionados buy metal parrots and
old wares that their great-grand
mothers may have discarded years ago.
The junk goes into the car, it goes
onto the roof. At Home they have
serious problems deciding where it all should go.
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Tuesday, 18 October 2016
Tales and terrors from the middle of nowhere from a traveller to half the world's countries.
Andy McGinlay is a traveller with a difference. He goes to the most outlandish places. He's either chasing IS in Afghanistan, being arrested for spying in Syria, being kidnapped in Kashmir or getting caught in a coup in Fiji.
Halfway to Everywhere is an evocative collection of 15 vignettes about travel in the world’s most frightening, remote and often most beautiful countries and a key theme that runs through the stories is the difficulty in getting from A to B and the people, the brave locals, who rise up to help the far-flung foreigner author.
The book - written between 2000 - 2015 - takes you on a far-reaching journey through Africa, the Middle East, the Pacific Islands and beyond, from edgy global hotspots you see on the evening news, to places you are curious about but would never dream of going. To idyllic tropical beaches in countries most people have never heard of.
The book’s title derives from the fact there’s 196 countries in the world and the author has travelled to 100 of them, so is 'halfway to everywhere'.
Fast-paced, tightly written and at times gripping accounts of life, packed with quotes and rich in detail, these stories from 15 countries around the world will entertain everyone from casual travellers to hardcore backpackers. It’s the essential ‘airport-book’ for an 18-45 year old male en-route to his holiday in the sun. Recommended.
Halfway to Everywhere is available on our sister site, Bookbooster.
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