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  • abramsuzan 8:09 am on December 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    I’m rejoicing. Ticket to Africa in my ha… 

    I’m rejoicing. Ticket to Africa in my hand at last. My friends and the Kilimanjaro & also a safari or 2 are getting closer by the minute.  The only drawback is that this time round I’m missing Des terribly.

     
  • abramsuzan 1:47 am on December 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    Notes 

    Am in Kuala Lumpur. Humid after Dublin. Beads of sweat outdoors always. KL looking elegant & atmospheric. Have to run errands today & collect Africa ticket. 4 days left. Was awake all night writing stories in my room. Also finished Peter Carey novel ‘My Life as a Fake’ on 2 flight sittings – Dub-KL. Will have time tomorrow on the web to post a few things.

     
  • abramsuzan 7:33 pm on December 2, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    Abu Dhabi airport has turned sophisticat… 

    Abu Dhabi airport has turned sophisticated & competitive.  Am here at the moment. It has improved even more since the last time I popped in which was three months ago. They’ve added a bookshop, lots more duty free stores, a big food village and customer service all round the airport which is excellent. Extremely helpful & friendly officers if you’re passing this way. I was here in the old days & now the new. Was fortunate to have seen airports like this one and also Dubai grow from smaller factions into rather monumental ones.

     
  • abramsuzan 7:58 pm on December 1, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    Will be leaving for the airport soon. Sh… 

    Will be leaving for the airport soon. Should have a post on Friday.

     
  • abramsuzan 6:31 pm on November 30, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    The Afternoon Visitor 

    by Susan Abraham

    “In a rare appointment, the full moon mounted up from nowhere to peer down at my balcony. At four in the afternoon, the skyscape still clung to a murky blue. The moon wore her anxious silver smile, lest she miss my Dublin departure and now hoped to stand precedence over my packing with expert eyes.
    For months, we had shared many a romantic rendezvous in the matchmaking twilight. Would I not accept her shaky reflection as a gift? I asked if she had forgotten her recent antics up Shira Hut on the Kili’s Machame route.
    Then decked in her necklaced halo, she had played hide-and-seek with the snowcap, acted the ghost with a ferocious howling wind and ballooned up to Jupiter size with monstrous ease as she teased fatigued climbers all night long. Now she stared longingly, tiny in her sadness, like a mother mute with love for a child.
    Only just now, a seagull had whistled on its way but stopped subdued in mid-flight. Bashful, the bird would pay silent homage to the sentiment that quickly unfolded before my misty eyes.”

    Images courtesy of DailyClipArt.net

     
  • abramsuzan 4:00 pm on November 30, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    I’m thinking of a space; a sacred corner… 

    I’m thinking of a space; a sacred corner, silent in the secret imagination where I could journey to all of the familiar with new eyes as if I had always been blinded until now.

     
  • abramsuzan 10:08 am on November 30, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    I’ve changed in these last months and ad… 

    I’ve changed in these last months and adopted from somewhere still unknown, a calm exterior. No more evident is the tranquility than now, in the hours of what should be a gregarious movement and  isn’t happening.  Time will move me even as I rest in its pillowed bubble.  I suspect I will at the last minute, throw a few things into a case, ring for a taxi and be off to the airport.  In these last months, my worlds have merged and become one.  Tanzania is simply a home away from home. Returning to the Kilimanjaro, I wear the footsteps of someone returning to a friend. Des says I treat the entire episode as if I were simply popping into the shops.  Where is the fanfare, the  celebration of someone climbing a mountain? I say, it is there but inside of me, devoid of hysteria and to be worshipped privately.

     
  • abramsuzan 3:36 pm on November 29, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    I thought how insightful it was on a CNN… 

    I thought how insightful it was on a CNN Inside Africa documentary today when it was pointed out that the Tanzanian safari wildlife were no longer afraid of people, cameras or jeeps. That’s so true, especially of elephants, lions & tiny monkeys who think nothing of coming up close for a curious inspection. Still,  flamingoes & hippos stay snobbish if not defensive while giraffes & impalas still appear meek and afraid.

     
  • abramsuzan 3:30 pm on November 29, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    Luggage like books speak a lot for their… 

    Luggage like books speak a lot for their owners. Oddities in mine and all in a day’s work include paperbacks: Conrad & O’Hanlon’s Congo novels, another O’Hanlon on Borneo, a couple of Theroux’s, one Dalyrmple & The Shadow of Kilimanjaro written by Rick Ridgeway. This is literature I need to absorb in a hurry. Then throw in the mountain boots, sunglasses, torches, sports gloves, woollen caps, jeans, and Bashir in whose motel I stay with in Arusha, is keeping my anorak. Once, I was a fashion journalist in Malaysia/Singapore & I packed tiny glamorous objects for dazzling international assignments. Perfumes, lipsticks, purses and not a tear in my stockings. How destiny has changed its course but solitary adventure on rough terrain and let me press the point – not tourist/vacation travel or group package tours –  is what I do and I love it.

     
  • abramsuzan 7:41 pm on November 26, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    I’m like a child who can’t get to sleep … 

    I’m like a child who fights sleep each night for the excitement of Tanzania and Africa.

     
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