News from Jupiter
Desert Songs
March 11, 2009
Back to 1973 . . . “It was getting too dark to ride, and I lay down in the desert to sleep. I woke in the middle of the night to look up at a herd of camels walking over me . . .” Just recently I rediscovered some cassette tapes that I made 35 years ago during the first magical months of my journey, […]
October 2008
October 28, 2008
Since you last heard from me, six months ago, I’ve been busying myself with all sorts of things, but first let me reassure anxious readers that I really am alive and well. And at the age of 77, being alive and well trumps just about anything else. This last summer (Ah, those lazy months of innocence) I was all over the American heartland – Idaho, […]
November 2007
November 4, 2007
People tell me that I’m not doing enough on my web site. Here we are in November and I’m still cracking on about what I was going to do in August. They are right of course. I should be blogging away like there’s no yesterday, and thanking my lucky stars that anyone wants to read me. And since the web site is all about me […]
June 2007
June 2, 2007
I’m very happy with the way my new book has been received, because I won’t deny that I was nervous. There can never be another “Jupiter’s Travels” and that was a hard act to follow. There was a very good review in the Observer, and another in the Sunday Times, as well as a number of stories and paragraphs in various magazines and newspapers. The […]
May 2007
May 18, 2007
A couple of months ago I promised to say something about my time in Ukraine. My interest in the country dates back to 1993 when I walked through part of it on my way to Romania and wrote about it in The Gypsy in Me. On my way I found myself in a small town with only one hotel. I was hot, tired and dirty […]
October 2006
October 9, 2006
I landed in Frankfurt, took a train to Duisburg, and set off on a non-stop ride through rain to Hamburg to celebrate my cousin’s birthday. I spent a couple of days with my family while my shoes dried out and I got my hair cut. Couldn’t stay longer because I had to meet my German publisher in Cologne, which meant going south again, even further. […]