Part 3
Scene: The cafe in the Bloomsbury bookshop cafe in Ashland where I have just finished reading the local paper.
A local chap comes up to my table and begins the conversation.
Part 3
Scene: The cafe in the Bloomsbury bookshop cafe in Ashland where I have just finished reading the local paper.
A local chap comes up to my table and begins the conversation.
Part 2
Scene: Stall at the July 4 fair in Ashland, Oregon where they are advocating active democratic engagement for citizens.
This is a series of three delightful encounters from my trip to the United States in 2014.
Part 1
Scene: On a bus tour with some American women from Hawaii one of whom starts a conversation with me about her trip to Australia.
The Ganges is brown and wide and moves sluggishly as if weighed down by the load that it carries. We have a boat, one of many, and a man to row for us. I let my hand drag in the water and splash my face and forehead. I sit with my back to the sun, my clothes sticking to me. Perspiration runs down my neck. My straw hat protects my face and my cotton pants and shirt cover all of me except for my hands which have been lavished with sunscreen.
Once I found it and acknowledged that I was at a place of indecision, it was actually rather pleasant, rather like being at a lonely crossroad with a heavy fog rolling in muffling noise and dampening mind chatter. Rather than panicking or struggling to find my way, I simply rugged up, sat on a bench and waited. All would be revealed. I was confident of that.