Writing in the local paper. Local Issues with a global take. I never translate literally and the editor trims at will to make it fit. Here’s my version, then theirs. I have a soft spot for the Spanish postal system. Back at the turn of the millennium my mother and I decided to walk the Camino Santiago…in January. By…
“Travel, set out and head for pastures new. Life tastes richer when you’ve road-worn feet. No water that stagnates is fit to drink for only that which flows is truly sweet.” – Imam Al-Shafi A pilgrimage to the tomb of the medieval world’s greatest traveller and chronicler, Ibn Battuta #nonotfar http://nonotfar.blogspot.com.es/search/label/Ibn%20Battutah?m=1 . . . .…
For many this was the end of the line, a place at the end of Africa to get lost in purple hazes and naked lunches. But long before Burroughs and Hendrix added their hipness, a local boy took the Tangerine brand far beyond the Levant. A medieval gap-year wanderer who saw it as a beginning…