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Jimaal.

Jimaal. The leaden sky hung above this tiny Karawan, wherefore do they travel? dreams are packed within these woven camel-coverings, as their plodding graceful sway on this warm sultry morning goes steadily along…   as sure footed these unique beasts make their...

Going Down

Going Down… How fast life changed I torpedoed to the bottom I crashed and fell… Legs forgot how to work as furnace burnt into my chest and a sea of dampness turned my head into a torrent of water. I shivered and shook, the severity of rigours that could not be...

A Memory With Janey.

Jane’s Memorial Day-A Special Memory. It seems a long time ago now but then I suppose it is, Forty Three years in fact. In the Spring of 1980 Jane and I visited the land of the pharaohs. I had recently met Hamada and he kindly ask if we would like to go visit his...