16. Solitude, part one

This post is the sixteenth and penultimate in a series which starts HERE. (December 1998) When I pass out in the treatment room, with my baby strapped to my front, the pharmacist catches me before I hit the ground. I am not a regular fainter; this is the only time I’ve been unconscious in my life. It’s the…

14. Anxiety

This post is the fourteenth in a series which starts HERE. (October 2014) Sousse in the dark is a nightmare. Although I lived there from 1997-99, my memories are hazy and now there is a new one-way system in place, as well as much development. The traffic chaos is the same; crazy lane changing, laden mopeds weaving through…

11. The man who fell from the sky

This post is the eleventh in a series which starts HERE. (June 1997) The normally taut rope between the boat and the parasail goes slack and a heavy Englishman plummets out of the sky. He crashes onto a wooden parasol then hits the sand with a thud and a yell. Shit. Samir, Gilben and I race to see…

10. It’s fun being a beach bum

This post is the tenth in a series which starts HERE. (June 1997) You can’t always get what you want But if you try sometimes well you might find You get what you need (name that song)  So far in this blog, I’ve mostly covered the difficult or unusual events, because the bad stuff is the most dramatic.…