Tales of a layabout

January 2007, we make a big loop for forty days through Mexico and Guatemala, riding the buses and meeting the people straight across.

Enjoy: Road to Atitlán

A solo travel in eastern Cuba, far from the bright lights of Havana.

Cuba March 2011

This trip was partly a winter break and partly a rescue mission. I welcome any excuse to go to Cuba and normally I find the Canadian winter is a sufficient excuse. This time, I also had an appointment with some friends who were determined to move on to Canada.

CUBA December 2008

An air-only ticket to Cuba, a street level travel, meeting the people and seeing the places. Yes, you can do that in Cuba.  Cuba, December 2004 Continue reading “Cuba, December 2004”

Not a beach vacay, we went to Cuba to confirm or amend our impressions of this place that has created so much controversy. Why do they cling to their dysfunctional Marxist system when others have moved on? Why do the Americans hate them so? This story blends observation and history.  Cuba 2004 

Spain 2000  A travel in southern Spain, with flashbacks to the Fascist era and to 1492.

 

April 2002, seven months after the 9.11 attacks on America, seems like an odd time to be travelling in Egypt. I’m not a war tourist, not one who goes deliberately into danger zones.

We found there a warm welcome. The tourist industry has long been their number two money earner, just after the Suez Canal, and the tourist industry was devastated by the attacks on America. Egypt in 2002

Story of an independent travel to Morocco, from Tangier to Marrakesh and Essaouira. Don’t let anyone tell you: “You can’t do that!”Morocco

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This is not the work of a military historian; it’s the personal account of  Corporal Ken Duncan’s day-to-day life in the battle of Normandy. The story was in a rough draft form when Ken died and it was passed to me to be finished in his voice. A long read, but worthwhile for one who is interested in the topic. D-Day Remembered

Frank came out of Hungary with a bullet wound, during the failed revolution of 1956. Now, in 1994, the post-communist era, he wants to go visit his mother, but he has no experience in travelling alone. “Vood you come vitt me?” Yes! Done deal. This is my third trip to Hungary, but my first as guest of a family. Going Home with Frank 1994