A boy once played a game in which he woke up in foreign cities. Decades later, he found himself in Washington, looking for an old locomotive his father had wanted to see. There were monuments, memories, a little office absurdity, and a city glimpsed in stolen hours. Whether this is a travelogue or an old childhood game finally reaching its last turn is for the reader to decide.
Tag: Travelogue
In Pursuit of Oz: Dragonflies on an Afternoon
Tourists are like dragonflies on an autumn afternoon. They hurry from attraction to attraction and monument to monument in search of beauty or history, hovering over gardens, harbours and mountains, footpaths and shopfronts. Sometimes they alight softly in a library, among books rising from wall to wall...
A Journey, Noticed
Every writer sends a piece into the world with little certainty of where it might travel.
In Pursuit of Oz: All That Light in Sydney
Nothing about the bustling waterfront around me suggested 1844. The wooden sailing ships that had once relied upon wind, tide and stars were gone. Engines, radio and radar belonged to a future beyond imagination.
In Pursuit of Oz: All Quiet on the Gold Coast
Despite being one of Australia’s best-known tourist precincts, the atmosphere felt remarkably restrained. Nobody appeared particularly interested in impressing anyone else. People walked, cycled, surfed, lingered, watched the ocean, or simply occupied themselves with the agreeable business of doing very little.
In Pursuit of Oz: Along the Great Ocean Road
Armed with a 7-Eleven umbrella, she soon discovered that the local winds regarded umbrellas as little more than suggestions. After a brief but unequal struggle, the contraption inverted itself with remarkable efficiency, possibly as a precaution against its owner being carried off like a reluctant paratrooper.
One Grain Amongst the Storm 