Dear Internet,
If you’re wondering what this is all about, you’ve come to
the right place.
I think I have a habit of talking too much – of writing
fluffy, swollen diatribes to prove how clever and observant I am, of composing
letters with…
See what I mean?
Let me stop and be clear.
I write letters, and here you can read them.
Until mid-August 2013, I was traveling overland across
Africa, from Paris to Tanzania. My
letters were usually one of two kinds: my subjective observations (to o), and detailed
accounts of our travel, especially of border crossings (to Viven). For a summation of that trip and links to
those letters, click here.
Who do I write to?
Whoever I want. Some recipients
ask me a question or two; some are people you might recognise, who accept
letters like mine but probably never read them; some are one-offs, some return,
some stick around. The regulars are:
To o: all about place
To Viven: all about travel advice
To Twilight Hunter: all about dusk and dawn photos
Want me to say something else? Go ahead and write.
Yours,
QM
