Being on the move feels like having a birds-eye view of the country.
It’s the gaps,
the spaces between places, full-up with nothing, that are the most telling. It’s those first tentative forays into Town, the clenched teeth and and partially-open mouths as we turn onto
The lazy, 10km/hr turns off the main drag, eyes wide open and bleary, bellies empty, armpits warm, throats hoarse.
The back of my neck is strained from maintaining an