Sunday May 29th – MURMANSK RUN

The skyline of Manhattan was just visible through the orange haze of the setting sun as the aircraft taxied along … Continue reading Sunday May 29th – MURMANSK RUN

Saturday, May 28th.

We had breakfast once again at the Bagel Point Café, then walked out to the East River along quiet leafy … Continue reading Saturday, May 28th.

“Beggars buy love on the boulevards, red light stains the stairs, the life is hard.” I’m sitting in a small … Continue reading Friday, May 27th.

We caught the subway from Bergen Street down to Coney Island on the Atlantic Coast. The day was cool and … Continue reading Thursday, May 26th.

Do you exfoliate very often? This was the question I overheard a shop assistant ask a customer in Saks on … Continue reading Wednesday, May 25th.

Again, we slept in, but the morning was a little cooler as we set out on the subway over to … Continue reading MONDAY, 22nd May

The morning was well aired by the time we hit the streets and it was again hot and muggy. The … Continue reading SUNDAY, 21st MAY

Twenty thousand feet above Lord Howe Island the air is lumpy and uneven. Outside it is 41 degrees below zero, … Continue reading FRIDAY, 20th MAY

“What time is it Jock?” Rod Buick asked Jock Brien as he came into the hut. “It’s 9:30,” said Jock, … Continue reading Prologue: Andrews Creek Hut, Blue Mountain Station, New Zealand, 1994.

Within 50 minutes of takeoff, the flat, barren shore of the island continent appeared below, stretched out below us like … Continue reading EPILOGUE: 27th May – 2nd July, 1992.