The Road to the Big Good – Conclusion Saturday 16 May 2026 Tbilisi (Tiflis), Georgia After an eternity I finally arrive in Tbilisi. Above: Tbilisi, Georgia I walk out of the railway station and enter a city that doesn’t seem entirely certain which century it belongs to. Above: Tbilisi Train Station Persian influences, Byzantine Christianity,… Continue reading Into the Big Good
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The soul of a place
The Road to the Big Good – Part Three Saturday 16 May 2026 Zestaponi, Imereti, Georgia The train stopped at Kutaisi Airport station, but I somehow managed to sleep through that. I will save my descriptions of Kutaisi for next week’s planned stay there. Seeing yet another rather uninspiring railway station, reminiscent of Batumi’s own… Continue reading The soul of a place
The dream weaver’s visit
Friday 8 July 2026 Landschlacht, Canton Thurgau, Switzerland Day Three of my exile from Georgia and I am still finding topics for the blog about the journey to Georgia… Above: Landschlacht, Canton Thurgau, Switzerland Sunday 10 May 2026 Rize, Rize Province, Türkiye Mountain Shores, Part Three I wandered down towards the beach. Beach? Sorry, no.… Continue reading The dream weaver’s visit
Mad honey
Sunday 5 July 2026 Sighnaghi, Signagi Municipality, Georgia As my days decrease here in this country, my chronicles come closer to arriving in it. Mad honey has been intoxicating travellers along the Black Sea coast for over 2,000 years…. Sunday 10 May 2026 Trabzon-Rize Shuttle Bus The Difficult Daughter A day that began as a… Continue reading Mad honey
Café de la Paix
Sunday 26 October 2025 Ankara, Türkiye The night is still heavy over Ankara when you wake, not to the call of inspiration, but to the high-pitched drone of a mosquito. It is 3:30 a.m. Outside, the world sleeps. Inside, something stirs — part irritation, part calling. The kind that brings a man to lace his… Continue reading Café de la Paix
The Death of Time
Tuesday 21 October 2025 Ankara, Türkiye Above: View from the mall at the base of Atakule TV tower in Ankara, Türkiye Time was wheeled onto the operating table at 3:47 PM. Its pulse fluttering like a bird trapped in a glass cage. Breath shallow, heart laboring beneath the harsh fluorescent glare of endless screens. The… Continue reading The Death of Time
The last gentleman
He boarded the train to St. Gallen with the confidence of a man entering a courtroom in which he was both plaintiff and defendant. Under his right arm, glistening in the weak morning sun, dangled the unapologetically plastic limbs of a woman no one dared to name. Her expression was fixed — lips parted, eyes… Continue reading The last gentleman
This mediocre adventure
Journal de Jules Renard February 28, 1895 “I think that if I had to choose a profession all over again, I would not be a writer. I would be a peasant. A peasant doesn’t need to please anyone but the land. The land does not flatter in return. Writers grow hunchbacked over paper, hungrily awaiting… Continue reading This mediocre adventure
Next stop upon request (Runaway train)
Above: The logo of Swiss Federal Railways – the national railway company of Switzerland The train lurches with a sudden screeech, the hum of forward motion swallowed by the high eee of braking and the collective gasp of surprised passengers clutching at poles and seats. The train halts between Egnach and Arbon, a silent pause in motion.… Continue reading Next stop upon request (Runaway train)
Seeing red
Part Three of Peace of Mind / Part Two of The Road to Rorschach Sunday 6 April 2025 Landschlacht, Canton Thurgau, Schweiz Above: St. Leonhard’s Chapel, Landschlacht, Canton Thurgau, Schweiz I returned yesterday evening from a five-day mini-vacation in Bologna, Italy. Memory, at least mine, is much like a pot of tea. It needs time… Continue reading Seeing red