Category Archives: Postcards

Personal, funny , sad and illuminating stories from my work in International Development. Only afterwards do I have any clue of territory I just traveled. Just as well or I may have done it differently.

Armenia: Salt on the tail of the bird of my soul

I  came to Armenia a little over 4 years ago; it was the first time. I had never met anyone who said they were Armenian, never heard anyone speak the name of its proud capital, Yerevan or glimpsed any or … Continue reading

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Tbilisi

Old Town Tbilisi Mid February in Tbilisi and it was cold. Liezel had come with me on a work trip and we had driven up the five hours from Yerevan on Saturday morning to spend the weekend together before my … Continue reading

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Mr Morongo

About six months ago, Mr. Kibani  found himself in a taxi going to a dowry wedding with Mr. Morongo who at around 62 was getting married for the third time and then going to jail. The men were both Kikuyu, … Continue reading

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Towards the End of Summer

Postcard from the Black Sea It was towards the end of summer. Liezel and I drove towards the Georgian boarder, it was before we were married and she had to leave Armenia and then re-enter with another four month tourist … Continue reading

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Stories of Stones

Postcard from Armenia I paid for our rooms at the Hotel Basen in Sissian and got directions for the road ahead.  We arrived in the dark last night and I had no clue where we were. At first we couldn’t … Continue reading

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The Creator of Yerevan

Postcard from Yerevan When I arrived in Yerevan I began to construct a new city; it is very similar to the Yerevan on my city tourist map and it is similar to the Yerevan of the people who have lived … Continue reading

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Gods Tears

Postcard from Yerevan I was dining with a friend. She told me that three of her friends had been hit by a car at 3am crossing Tumanyan St last night. The road must have been deserted at that time, it has four … Continue reading

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