From Tatapouri, we made our way into Gisborne and slowly adapted to things like traffic lights and – well – traffic!
Usually, I enjoy visiting film sets.
At the time of the discovery of the astonishingly ancient Learned Man, some decades back, my friend Peter Jorgensen, a scientist from Melbourne, was testing dried lake basins and their sediments for records of ancient rainfall oscillations.
I’ve always considered myself to be, basically, a lucky person.
London. Trinity term one week old. Implacable June weather.
David Ben-Avi walked along a trail on the rocky, windswept island of Jaros.
It’s a wonder everyone who uses public transport in winter doesn’t keel over and die of germ overload.
Zeus sits on his throne.
Bram stares at the door.
I’m the vampire Lestat.
I started out in the Melbourne suburbs and I remain happily there to this day.
When snow shuts down Greg Heffley’s middle school, his neighborhood transforms into a wintry battlefield.
Never have I doubted my soundness of mind as often as I did on that first night, when the bird-woman and her wards came to save me from the madhouse.
Today when I awoke from a nap the faceless man was there before me.
I watched the eight-story apartment building on 161st, about half a block from Melrose Avenue.
Petr Kliment held Kristína, his six-month-old granddaughter, on a patch of grass on the shore of the Jizera River.
Last night Rebekah tried to murder me again.
Dear Amelia, There was an attempt to escape from the jail last night and a small riot ensued. Most unusual.
In September 1970, two sites squared off for the title of the center of the world: Piccadilly Circus, in London, and Dam Square, in Amsterdam.
My favourite time of day is ‘magic hour’, when the sun takes a dive behind the craggy mountain ranges and the sky is painted a stunning purple-pink.