On January 1, two days after our arrival in this country, Vilis and I walked the road up Castle Hill, stepping over squashed cane toads, noting the grey, dessicated grasses and sparse tree cover of th...
Jolted from sleep by our 4:30 a.m. alarms, Vilis and I were nonetheless striding up the Castle Hill road by 5:15 a.m., our leg muscles stretching out the stiffness resulting from yesterday’s bushwal...
In the lifting darkness of 5:30 a.m., my bicycle light cast a white beam onto the paved path beside the golf course as I rode south in the Ross River Parkway. Sprinklers on the golf course pushed long...
This morning at breakfast, Vilis told me, “Last night, I killed a cockroach in the living room.” I asked him how big it was, so he indicated a length of about three inches and told me, “They...