“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live”
Charles Bukowski
First Experience
My first wild geography lesson begins in London when I am eight years old: I sail with my family across the Atlantic in a freighter captained by my father; like Jason and the Argonauts we navigate our way up the St. Lawrence River to Lake Superior, and then battle our way back home in a hurricane. No sooner have I returned to England than my family moves to Kuwait, where my hot days playing in the desert sun only come to an end when I am ordered back to school in England.
Caribbean Escape
In the middle of my university studies I escape to the Caribbean to explore the legends of Hispaniola, a favourite haunt of pirates in Stevenson’s Treasure Island. It feels good to feel the sand between my toes again, and I research the history of Christopher Columbus, Spanish gold, and Ponce de Leon’s search for the Fountain of Lost Youth.
