lost congo memoir

Through the filter of time ... a repost that may still be interesting to you from two years ago. I'm reminded of this work of literature owing to a recent discussion on another post. I like to point this text out whenever I get a chance, and since I've got a blog, this is an excellent chance! The text is here. I first became aware of, and read, King Leopold's Soliloquy while in the ex-Belgian Congo, where the point of the story takes place. I lived in an area that was at one time a plantation area, but the plantations were long gone. The "road" through this area was passable only with a…
I had never felt airsick before, or since. But now I was a nauseated rag doll flopping around in the middle row of a six seater prop plane and I was ready to hurl at any moment. BBC depiction of the path of Flight 447. I find it astonishing that the most important weather related feature on the planet is a "place where there are a lot of thunderstorms" or often not even identified at all. This is equivalent to a plane crashing into the Cascades and the news reporting that the aircraft went down in a "place with some hills" or not even noting the existence of the mountain range at all,…