they are to bowling what trainer-wheels are to cycling
After a roast-beef lunch at the bowling club, nearly three hours in the pool, and another hour's ten-pin bowling at the Dunn Lewis Centre, we had just enough time left to scour the local op-shop for some interesting reading:
Green was the Earth on the Seventh Day by Thor Heyderdahl whose book "Kon-Tiki" I read as a boy in Germany;
Where the Poor are Happy by Roderic Owen; I'll mail it to Horst Berger in Tonga after I have read it;
Inside the Foreign Legion by John Parker; never joined the Legion, emigrated to Australia instead, so this will be an interesting read;
Oaxaca Journal by Oliver Sacks; not exactly my usual reading material but anything from the man who wrote The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat promises to be interesting;
The Whales in Lake Tanganyika by Lennart Hagerfors; a new twist on the old "Dr. Livingstone, I presume?" story;
Hell has Harbour Views by Richard Beasley. Adultery, fraud, greed - just another day in the office and a bit of light reading while laying in the hammock under a shady tree on a sunny day at "Riverbend"; it was also made into a television series;
Bridge Across the Sky - The Berlin Blockade and Airlift, 1948-1949; I was a 3-year-old passenger on the Airlift, fleeing the Communist East for the free West so perhaps it's about time I read up on it.
