“Kneel down, mum,” Z says. “Close your eyes.”
He fumbles with my hair. We are in the courtyard of Tuol Sleng prison, Phnom Penh, Cambodia, AKA S-21, where teenage true believers tortured and killed over 16,000 people, from babies to geriatrics.
On a concrete bench under a papaya tree a crimson-clad monk sits contemplating, Nokia in hand. The place is very still. Continue reading
[tweetmeme source=”@mummy_t” only_single=false]THINGS I LOVE ABOUT AUSTRALIA 1: The Landscapes After Namibia and Mongolia, Australia is the third least densely populated country in the world. And given almost everyone lives in cities and the nation has the money to build roads, it has the most easily accessible big, empty landscapes on this earth. The horizons […]
[tweetmeme source=”@mummy_t” only_single=false]1: Booking a RTW Ticket If you’re following a fixed route through expensive cities and your time is very limited, RTW tickets can work out cost-effective. In general?
[tweetmeme source=”@mummy_t” only_single=false] “Are funerals like this in London?” asks my new Torajan friend. The dead man’s drum-shaped coffin emerges from the matrimonial bedroom where he has “slept”, preserved in formalin, with his family for the last eight months.
[tweetmeme source=”@mummy_t” only_single=false] Some things, simply, look too big, too plentiful to ever be used up. The herds of bison that clouded the American plains; the trees of Easter Island; the ice sheets of the Arctic; the world’s great rainforests…
My son and I set out to travel the world together in January. I’d imagined many wonderful things about the journey. What I hadn’t imagined is the sheer quality and quantity of time together.
