Tag Archive | 1960’s

The valley of the Shadow of Death

The valley of the Shadow of Death

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.” [1] JOE’S JOURNAL Tanganyika March 21st, 1962 Evening just departing, big game photography; Ngorongoro Crater, Serengeti and Lake Manyara. (You’ve seen it all on the Telly!) Now on to the “main road” – dirt and mud, 250 miles […]

A Gift of Marbles…

A Gift of Marbles…

JOE’S JOURNAL Tanganyika AUGUST 1960 Not in my diary, but the following event regularly ‘pops up on my internal screen’: The fuel gauge creeps down as the miles wind up. A respectful Jeeves-like cough from the engine suggests more petrol (and less sand) would improve carburation. Indeed, the manual for early Land Rovers recommended a […]

On a Wing and a Prayer

On a Wing and a Prayer

JOE’S JOURNAL.   From my Tanganyika Diary April 1961 The far shore of the lake’s a pale border to the forested hills beyond, and our destination is in sight. The engine’s song keys down, her nose dips, and the little township rises centre stage. A touch to starboard and there’s the runway ahead. Our Big Chief […]

Sundowner

Sundowner

The Australian ‘Sundowner,’ (tramp) arrives at sundown. In return for a nights sleep on the veranda, and a meal, he might do some work. In East Africa work stopped at sundown – same time throughout the year near the Equator. During the brief twilight you joined neighbours or new friends, feet up on the veranda […]

The Donkey’s Revenge

The Donkey’s Revenge

G.K. Chesterton describes the donkey thus: “With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devils walking parody On all four footed things.” We misuse his name to despise our less popular public figures. Least fortunate are those of his kind disgracefully ill treated in places beyond the protection of the RSPCA. […]

A good read

A good read

From my Tanganyika Diary September 1955 on the road. There was always a risk on arriving unbooked, to find ‘No Room At The Inn’ (thinking of: “And she brought forth her firstborn son, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room at the inn.’ Luke 2:7) Unfortunately the reasons for my travels rarely […]

A sting in the tail

A sting in the tail

From my Tanganyika diary, Friday December 15th, 1961: During ‘The Rains’ nastier bugs move indoors. My survival kit for the next safari included bottles of drinking water, fitting into a compartmented box, straw lined to prevent rattling. Our first survival rule read NEVER PUT YOUR HAND INTO A HOLE. I forgot it, and knew what […]