Most at home on the road, with a pen, a notebook, and a knackered paperback for companions. Out to experience the unknown.
With mirrors for leaves, the desert tree’s a kaleidoscope of me; light from blazing tongues that leap from the campfire — and fall on: an ear here, a stiff upper lip there, one blue and one black eye. A beating heart. A honeyed tongue. A mind. My own…
Western civilisation is slowly spreading into the Amazonian rainforest. Timber, coca, beef, sugarcane and other agricultural goods drive governments and companies forward, confronting the…