This one is for Ingrid (and all road-trip fans)

I’ve been banging my head against the proverbial, trying to write about India ever since my return over three weeks ago. Even the tiniest taste of India is too rich, too complex, too amazing (in the true sense of the word) to render into words. I am going to take the advice of wiser folk, who have suggested that I wait — for images to emerge from the hectic whirl, for my heart to disengage (not easy), for my head to finish processing the ravishment of the senses.

Instead, I’m putting up the short story Sophy kindly published in the recent issue of Imago. It’s only with hindsight — putting this together with my Alaskan story in Home Away — that I’ve realised my “America” stories are both road-trips. So this is for the queen of the local road-trip, Ms Ingrid Leonie Wolfaardt — who writes such grand posts about her travels.

Here it is:

Sniping in Savannah

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