It's been a while since I re-read him, so I dont' remember either. (I've got Video Night in Kathmandu on the desk beside me, ready to re-start though).
I spent part of my childhood in Tanzania, in the Serengeti National Park, where my dad was doing research for his Ph.D. What it's obviously left in me is the habit of holding my fork and knife in the British manner when I'm unaware of it - I start out eating American-style, but when I use my knife to cut stuff, I just don't switch back, and continue eating British-style without thinking about it.
You'd love the party I went to thrown by someone in my karate class a few years ago. He was an American who believed thoroughly in Communist doctrine, and many of his friends in the Poli Sci department showed up - a Chinese guy, an American who lived in Germany most of her life, er... several more people of wildly differeng nationalites that I don't remember, a black South African who admitted that back in South Africa as a young teen he'd been a terrorist - he fought for the end of apartheid and did things like run up to a tank and throw a grenade in and run away (he doens't know if he killed anyone or not). Sensei was Swiss by heritage, born in Zimbabwe, lived and married in South Africa. I, with my little two years in Tanzania and a semester in Wales, was the least-travelled person there.
The amusing thing about Sensei was that he was a professor in rangeland science, and when he heard why I was in Africa asked if I knew this person he knew -- Dr. Sam MacNaughten, who is a big name in grass. Yup. Sam MacNaughten's family was in the Serengeti at the same time as ours, and I played with his kids.
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I spent part of my childhood in Tanzania, in the Serengeti National Park, where my dad was doing research for his Ph.D. What it's obviously left in me is the habit of holding my fork and knife in the British manner when I'm unaware of it - I start out eating American-style, but when I use my knife to cut stuff, I just don't switch back, and continue eating British-style without thinking about it.
You'd love the party I went to thrown by someone in my karate class a few years ago. He was an American who believed thoroughly in Communist doctrine, and many of his friends in the Poli Sci department showed up - a Chinese guy, an American who lived in Germany most of her life, er... several more people of wildly differeng nationalites that I don't remember, a black South African who admitted that back in South Africa as a young teen he'd been a terrorist - he fought for the end of apartheid and did things like run up to a tank and throw a grenade in and run away (he doens't know if he killed anyone or not). Sensei was Swiss by heritage, born in Zimbabwe, lived and married in South Africa. I, with my little two years in Tanzania and a semester in Wales, was the least-travelled person there.
The amusing thing about Sensei was that he was a professor in rangeland science, and when he heard why I was in Africa asked if I knew this person he knew -- Dr. Sam MacNaughten, who is a big name in grass. Yup. Sam MacNaughten's family was in the Serengeti at the same time as ours, and I played with his kids.
And now I shall stop babbling and go to bed.