San Francisco 1966

San Francisco’s cable car. I understand it’s still working. Back then in 1966, to the little boy that I was, fresh out of Africa, it was very cool. Note the hairdos on the women, and the white socks and black jeans on one of the passengers pushing the car. (Elvis wasn’t very far) The streets…

The Monkey Incident by Brian Martin-Onraet

I dislike monkeys. Totally personal. I am aware that essentializing monkeys is quite possibly unfair. There is a remote, very remote chance that there are nice monkeys. A few. Somewhere. I have not met them. So I stand firm: I dislike monkeys.             Two in the afternoon in the magical house on the West African…

Red heels by Brian Martin-Onraet

Red heels? Yes! I happen to be an expert at walking in high heels. Very high heels… My new dress? Yep! Black dress can’t fail. Hmmm. A wide red leather belt? Hmmm. No. The red scarf I bought in Florence. Italy, not Miss’sipi. Tied around the waist. Good! A touch of make-up. Red lipstick. Too…

The White Mountain*

At the end of June, a team from Research International set out to conquer Europe´s highest mountain – Mont Blanc. As it transpired, the RI mountain squad was returned back by a blizzard just short of the summit. The assault on Mont Blanc was co-ordinated by Brieuc Martin-Onraët (editor of this story; See italics) of…