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The Rim of the Blue Nile Gorge
"Carol let loose a blue bandana. Her long brown hair caught in an updraft sweeping
out of the gorge. Her jeans were tight and faded, and her summer blouse, white, rippled in the breeze. Our packs were dropped beside the dusty road and we stood at the canyon's rim. A treetop was pushing up above the valley walls at the tips of our shoes, and very much I wanted to kiss Carol. But she was held in private communion, poised at the lip of the beginnings of histories, immersed in the silence of visions I did not share."
Where the Blue Nile meets the White Nile, Khartoum
"I passed down silent streets, through empty squares and along sidewalks over which
arched broad, fat palms. Later, in the gray light of early dawn, I stood on the bridge at the
joining of the two Niles, the White Nile winding down from the center of Africa on my
left, and on my right, once more, the Blue Nile. It was swollen now, its flow swifter and
deeper than the morning Carol had left me standing on its banks in the green Ethiopian
| Desert Sun over Lake Nasser
Evening sunlight splintered off
the brass crescent that topped the point of the minaret. "I wish we had a boat," Carol said,
"so we could row out and watch the moon rise from the landing on the minaret."
"We could call some prayers. They'd carry a hundred miles over the lake."
"And what if Allah heard?" Carol asked.
"I guess I've always thought God would be farther off than a hundred miles. Farther
off than he'd hear my call."
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The Beach at Goa
"Winona and I had spent that morning walking on the beaches, where the white sand
sparkled in the strong sun and dolphins jumped in the gentle breakers just offshore. Squads
of flying fishes were exploding out of the water in front of the dolphins' pursuit.
disrobed to a bikini at the beach, and I could not help noting that it was not rusty red."
Mad Henry, Rogue in the Tsavo
"We drove with our headlights out, a scout jeep to the front, making a wide circle
until we were driving straight back east towards the now fully risen moon. We found
Mad Henry, silhouetted by the moonlight, his head leaned against a scraggly acacia tree.
"Rifle," the Commissioner said. I handed it to him. Commissioner Williams checked the
breach, and remained seated, sighting out over the hood of the open jeep, leaning forward
to brace his elbow on the dashboard."
| Benares, Holy City of India
"On a hot August night in India,
I sat on my bunk in the large common room of a dak bungalow in Benares and I listened
to Radio Moscow report the Battle of Chicago. Far away from the holy city where I
bunked, another city's police rioted and clubbed the spirit of a generation into the hard
concrete of the streets outside the convention hall where Democrats in disarray met to
choose a candidate to oppose the resurrection of Richard M. Nixon.
Hashish smoke filled the room, and the bungalow's caretaker had laid cut marigolds on the broad,