July 16, 2008 · 7:14 pm

90-400-1

The bird calls here get stranger & stranger. Sometimes I wonder if I’m in Stoke-on-Trent at all. I sit & count our mosquito nets, while aircraft lug themselves into the air above me like suitcases full of cheap new clothes. Yesterday evening there was a wedding in the courtyard. The bride & groom processed slowly to their decorated chairs, where they were soon surrounded by the traditional circle of softly-glowing camcorder screens.

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  1. Mia Wolff
    July 17, 2008 at 1:04 pm

    Often, reading your blog, I am unsure if I am in the midst of a description of what you see out your window (or tent) or in the middle of a new book. It creates a rift, slight melt in the shadow, and raises the ante first thing in the morning.

  2. uzwi
    July 17, 2008 at 1:28 pm

    Glad to be of service with that, Mia.

  3. Lara
    July 18, 2008 at 7:17 am

    Uzwi: here in Johannesburg – and I find this so funny – the birds imitate car alarms all the time. Wonderful wonderful birds. That’s what I’ll miss back in London: all we have is fat pigeons and aeroplanes landing at Heathrow. I’ve been meaning to write about the birds, but for some reason, keep putting it off.