Living Vicariously As A Peripatetic Shutterbug

{ More musings from the Cantankerous Old Mule }

Category Archives: Writing

Old Bucket of Bones

A jumble of words about the nameless wreck down the beach from our regular holiday spot. She’s disappearing fast though.   Old bucket of bones grey skeleton of the seas … Continue reading

January 2, 2017 · 2 Comments

Tana and the sounds of silence. Not.

This city is loud – turbulent, colourful and real – even here in this compound where I’m currently living. The hodgepodge of sound comes in waves: the pitter patter of soothing rain in the middle of … Continue reading

December 2, 2015 · 3 Comments

About onions, chillies and a little old lady searching for her underwear *a true story

Most of my work-days here at Kathmandu’s domestic terminal have run pretty smoothly. In two months I helped move thousands of kilograms of food and building materials on little trolleys through the security … Continue reading

September 3, 2015 · 2 Comments

The strange case of Kathmandu’s phantom tigers

I was driving to work at the airport early one morning a few weekends back when I glimpsed the strangest thing out of the corner of my eye: a tiger … Continue reading

August 14, 2015 · 5 Comments

Of objets d’art and their owners

My journalist-sister taught me a valuable lesson when meeting new people, or when something significant has happened in someone’s life: ask lots of questions. Listen, and then ask even more questions. … Continue reading

April 22, 2015 · 5 Comments

Lost

When I was in junior school I routinely lost at marbles. I was useless at sport in general, really, but I tried them all. I finally cracked the first soccer team … Continue reading

April 9, 2015 · 6 Comments

The future’s so bright I gotta wear shades

I grew up in the eighties – a most unfortunate decade musically. Or perhaps not. My sister’s husband headlined a rock band in Germany called Twelve Drummers Drumming and the Eighties … Continue reading

April 8, 2015 · 7 Comments

Home. A jumbled mess of thoughts.

Write whatever comes to mind, I’m told. Don’t worry about it sounding like a jumbled mess of thoughts – someone will get something from it. I hope so. I’ve been in … Continue reading

April 6, 2015 · 14 Comments

Solitude. Alone. Solitary.

Solitude: the state of being alone or kept apart from others. How do you view solitude? Is it a good or bad thing? Kentucky Fried Chicken is really good to … Continue reading

March 6, 2015 · 3 Comments