green tree field

Madrid Roadtrip – Day Two – Of The Magnificence Of Ruins

PART I Day 2 saw the advent of an oddly gorgeous, sun-drenched morning in the tranquil town of Bourg. We had decided we would breakfast early – well before 9 – to enjoy a full morning touring about the small scenic village, the riverside and the nearby sites. And while we did manage to extricate our sleep-laden bodies from the snug bed sheets (each of us with our own set mind you) on time – which is a feat of its own right considering two of the explorers are Spaniards – we squandered our time happily chatting around the breakfast table with the only other guests of the logis, a couple from Britanny (which incidentally happened to be the hostess’s home […]

train wagon at dawn

Week Of Transport Mayhem Ends In Train Apotheosis

It all started off Friday, October 17th. Or rather the following dawn. The omens had gathered on the obscure side of life to cast me one of those spells that leave you petrified and make you do the dumbest things.In my case, it resulted in my missing my flight out to Rome – well partly at least. So much for the Papal City and the pizzas I was going to guzzle down over the weekend. And of course, a flight never seems to be alone: wham I missed the return leg of the journey as well. So much for the long night hours spent in Ciampino’s locally flavored airport (see a previous post on the topic). Two flights down so […]

CRISIS 2008 Conference – Tozeur, Tunisia

Following the train mishap that saw me whizz away to Harwich, I eventually made it to Theo’s house in Colchester and after a short night during which I kept on waking up anguished over the possibility of missing my flight, I finally woke up to a nice cup of coffee and a taxi driver eagerly waiting for Theo and I outside the house.The trip to the airport went smoothly save for the fact the driver decided to hit the M25 from the M11 rather than going down the A12. For a few endless seconds, I thought he’d misunderstood which airport we were headed for and was driving us to Stansted in lieu of City.This wasn’t so and luckily soon enough, […]

airplane with propellers on aerodrome

Orly Blues

I seldom write in French. The note hereafter which I’ve just dug out while sifting through emails is a small exception… Petite note depuis Orly. Me voici attablé à un café-bar du terminal sud. Je tente de travailler ce qui n’est pas chose aisée vu le manque de sommeil: je n’ai dormi que 3h la nuit dernière et je me sens comme drogué maintenant. Je sirote un espresso en tentant de comprendre ce que j’écris sur mes «slides». Une voix monocorde lance des appels à passagers égarés, les uns en partance pour le Maroc, d’autres venant de Point à Pitre. J’aimerais qu’elle vienne annoncer ton arrivée surprise.Malheureusement les contes de fées restent cantonnés aux étagères poussièreuses des bibliothèques pour enfants. […]