Morocco: (Source: BBC/Zakaria Aït Wakrim)
In Part 1, I chronicled my “adventures” in Mexico and Nova Scotia. Here, a three-star restaurant dining experience in France is beyond disappointing, a baboon is more than fascinating, and a revolution is less than terrifying.
My next mishap took place in France. We had eaten well in Rabat, Fez, Marrakesh and Agadir in Morocco, sampling a stew of camel meat and other food of unknown provenance. So far, so good, literally good.
My wife at the time and I then took a short flight to Lyon, where I had long before made a reservation to have dinner at a three-star restaurant that same evening.
We ordered a bit recklessly, and an extravagant feast was laid before us with ceremony unaccustomed to us. At the moment the first course appeared, Continue reading
Pad Thai and tea — yes, tea — for lunch on Monday following the weekend’s violence and continued arrests.
It happens that I was in Suriname’s jungle decades ago researching a travel story and waiting for a commercial flight back to the capital.
After my days in a dugout canoe bearing me and a photographer down a river and my nights sleeping in hammocks in shelters that consisted of little more than thatched roofs and swooping bats, I was more than ready to escape those hardships.
We waited and waited for a small airplane that mysteriously failed to appear.
No seemed to know what was going on for a couple of days until those on our flight finally learned — was it from a radio broadcast someone had monitored? — that the nation was in the grips of a coup. Continue reading