How learning to ride became a journey of self discovery.
Category: Memoirs
Getting the ring fixed
A cunning plan with a golf ball | A sunny riverbank | Nudists After that proposal in Paris 12 years … More
“Vine leaves! We just want vine leaves!!”
Why do some tourists act differently in restaurants on holiday? The other day I was at a beach cafe with … More
Just one of those days when the travel stuff goes wrong
Kuala Lumpur | Ubud to Gili Trewangan | Inventing the Lost Phone Dance I knew that my travel expertise, if … More
A Merry Assamese Christmas (repost)
Man, those Assamese really know how to party. Here’s something I’m reposting from a couple of years ago, fond memories … More
Memories of my father
Over half a century ago, a young man, my father Kamal Hazarika, sat at the back of a bus listening … More
A Merry Assamese Christmas Day
Prologue: When I was a child in the 80s, families from Assam, a state in north east India, who had … More
The Childhood Adventures of Owning a Globe
On my seventh birthday my parents gave me a globe. My own spherical world of colourful landmasses and oceans, strung … More
Miss Freeman’s woodwork class: the end of my days of mischief
It took a moment of brilliance from a school teacher to turn me around and push me on to the straight and narrow. Her name was Miss Freeman and she taught woodwork .
The Revenge of the Typo: How a Print Error Nearly Ended My Career
We all make typos don’t we? Of course we do, because we bloggers are human and proofreaders are luxuries. Nevertheless, … More
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