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Previous | Contents | Next The check-in kiosks were new and unfamiliar, and neither they nor the security scanners liked my passport, which had developed a mark of some sort on the photo page. The Baggage Check hall was full of passengers, more new machinery, several processing lines — only one of ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next We discovered the Beach Street Bistrot in George Town accidentally. We’d gone to Armenian Street to see the sights, but left, rightly or wrongly, after only poking our noses into a couple of shops. After all — very special places excepted — if you’ve seen one you’ve ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next East Indies Mansion was another fine place to spend a week — an authentic heritage building steeped in history, the residence of one of the founding fathers of Penang; and now painstakingly restored to its original design and detail as the private mansion of a wealthy, 18th ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next After giving us a chance to compose ourselves, he led us along a path of concrete blocks, laid in pairs in the dirt, and up several steps to the dining room. I stepped carefully with my stick, spacey with tiredness, and was glad to take off my ... Read more
My father Cliff loved an audience, and his grandchildren proved to be better listeners than me. Dad and I certainly enjoyed a good argument — more I’m sure than those around us — but as his son I found sitting and listening to him harder than they did. Fortunately he ... Read more