“We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps … Continue reading #12: Mosque hopping in Lebanon

“We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps … Continue reading #12: Mosque hopping in Lebanon
There is something almost mesmeric about mosques for me. I love the graceful, curved domes juxtaposed with the thin, spiky minarets and the haunting call of the muezzin conjures … Continue reading Mosque Hopping in Lebanon
Dust was my first impression of Lebanon’s capital. A grimy dust that hangs in the air and claws at the back of your throat. That and the ear-splitting traffic noise, … Continue reading Despatches from Beirut
It’s the End Of The Road as we know it … and I certainly felt fine. Over the first weekend of September, I camped at a music festival, for the first time ever (well, discounting a disastrous visit to Reading Festival back in the mists of time, when a friend and I ‘camped’ without a tent, and left the next day, cold, wet, and miserable). End of the Road is rumoured to be the discerning muso’s music festival. By no stretch of the imagination could I be called a discerning muso, so I’m delighted to welcome the first ever guest blogger to GoosterontheLoose, the fabulous Fiona Freel, who is indeed a discerning muso, a writer who packs a punch and a veteran of EOTR to boot. Take it away Fifi! (more…)