Acoma Pueblo, New Mexico

The storm clouds contrasted the adobe houses. Lightening struck across the desert sky. Wide ladders — tapered at the end to pierce the clouds and bring rain— leant against homes. Other, narrower, ladders led to kiva: religious contemplation places.  We were one hundred and ten metres above ground on a seventy-acre sandstone mesa: a place […]

A few days in N’yawlins (New Orleans.)

On Arrival The name of the taxi driver was Stanley. Seriously. After Cara, Robyn and I almost hailed a police car, we climbed up into a truck-sized taxi and the name of the very first person that we met in New Orleans was Stanley. A good start. But not if your name is “Stella!” Or, […]