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My compadres, guys and gals, chicks and dudes, ladies and gentlemen, men and women, and people of all genders, who often come from different regional backgrounds and norms:  Hear my plea.

Those of you from the South, who know how annoying it is for Yankees and Left-Coasters to come and tell us how things are, about our racism and our war and our Reconstruction, I would like to use that as an analogy/example of something else that many (not all) of you Southern guys like to do:  Conde...

Before I ever heard the word patriarchy, before I became a feminist, I was a Narnian.
Narnia made me a Bohemian.  I moved to Prague, capital of the ancient kingdom of Bohemia, Prague, and discovered an adult Narnia, at 30. Emperors' and Kings' castles dot the countryside, River Vltava wends between city walls and stone villages and medieval parks with their ancient trees—Stromovka in particular:  While its contemporary incarnation sites an amusement park next door and 1891 world’s fa...

My blog has been the victim of "the perfect is the enemy of the good" and having seen what that kind of purism does over the last three months, I've decided I really must get beyond that.

My balm for despair is and has always been, since I was a bullied pubescent, to "Live Like a Narnian".   To acknowledge, like Puddleglum



Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all of those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is t...

I've been learning Czech for years.  I've taken classes, done exercises in the books, made lists, and engaged in informal group lessons with people who just want to better their Czech.
My Czech is abysmal.  Every year I come to Prague and and speak the language--badly.  I confuse the declensions.  I get genders wrong (I mean, four genders?  really?).  I now have a slender acquaintance with akusitive, which will disappear almost completely unless I find a way to pr...

On Wednesday morning at 6:30 am, we left for the Mara River, a four hour drive across incredibly rough terrain, many river crossings, with views of numerous Maasai compounds and young boys herding cattle, goats and sheep.  We came to the plains of high grass, the reason the 1.5 million wildebeest and accompanying zebra, topi, and other myriad of animals risk the crossing of the river despite hordes of crocodiles just lying in wait.

After a brief leopard encounter—despite three vehicles ro...

Naughty Cape buffalo near our camp.

The first day at Ol Kinyei camp, we arrived around 12:30, with lunch at 1 pm, not as good as Kenyan Air but still good:  lovely cucumber salad, beef patties—with fellow safari-ites Alice, Maria and Michael – then a rest, then our evening drive.

Topi
ImpalaAs with the drive from the airstrip, we saw a gazillion wildebeest, zebras, Thompson’s gazelle, Grant’s gazelle, impala, and a scattering of warthogs, eland, topi, and waterbucks.  First out of the...

Just across from the Castle Pub and Harley Club.
Downtown market My new pals, the Cape Town Harley Davidson Club
I have this feeling this is a famous theatre ...
Gorgeous kids singing and dancing in the downtown mall.
Cape Town Castle of Good Hope, built in the late 1600s
With the Table Mountains in the back ground. Castle, city, and mountains.

For more on the Castle of Good Hope:  http://www.castleofgoodhope.co.za/

We're not looking like Wellington, New Zealand, anymore.

My first day in Cape Town got off to a misty grey start –which isn’t always a bad thing; Mists of Avalon and all that— so I pulled up my big-girl panties and made the best of it.

First good thing was Claire from Budget Africa Travel emailed and said she was so excited to meet me, so between her, my delightful AirBNB host, Paul, and google (which was actually the least helpful of the 3), I figured out how to take the train – yes, that same train that a certain self-appointed Cape Town guru told...

So I try and try to describe Prague—the feeling I get here, the Bohemian-ness of it—I got perhaps closest when trying to describe/define hedonism.

But the other night when the Improv was there: We sat in the back and smoked a joint with our new friend Daragh, and the bartender Jeff (later described as “stoic” by one of the Improv trigger stories) had a hit off of it.

It’s not Starbucks for sure. Sometimes it takes awhile to get your drink. Sometimes it takes 20 minutes to get your sandwich....

Oh, and a few photos from Narnia, aka Amaze in Tchaiovna, my wonderful local in Prague  ;-)