TheSupercargo’s Travel Blog
[Sticky post] Stops & Stories is my travel blog collecting posts about journeys I’ve taken, places I’ve stopped and about the stories I’ve come across
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A muted autumn photowalk through Nya Varvet
A muted autumn walk with a camera through the Nya Varvet district of Gothenburg, and a little bit about the history of the area.
Impression of Masthugget through masts and rain
A photo taken from the Eriksberg ferry stop on Sunday gives an impression of Masthugget distorted through rain, beyond the masts of sailboats
Scar tissue: pain and memory, a portable anthology
The scar tissue on my body is a portable anthology of stories of damage and recovery, but the scars are fading now, or becoming camoflaged.
Jamestown, Accra: walking through history with Collins and Lee
Jamestown, Accra – Day three of our visit to Ghana, Mrs SC and I joined a walking tour of Jamestown with Collins and Lee.
Let’s taxi with the flow in Accra
Taxi Accra: Our first full day in Ghana, Mrs SC and I set out to find the main tourist information centre, and inadvertently explore Accra by taxi.
Published Poet – Flying with Icarus
Flying with Icarus. For the second time this year I find myself a published poet. This posts relates the stories behind my four poems published in The Poet
Flying to Accra – in 1964 and 2018
Flying to Accra. This post continues my account of our my trip with Mrs SC to Ghana for my 60th birthday, This week’s post is about getting there.
Ghana memories – an introduction
Ghana memories: an introduction to a forthcoming series of posts at Stops and Stories about my trip to visit Ghana again after 54 years.
A Day in my Corona Life
A day in my life now in this time of coronavirus and Covid-19. I’m writing (good), but I’m also distracted (not so good).
London in the time of the coronavirus
In the time of the coronavirus I suppose I shouldn’t have been out travelling, but I was – to London and to my mother’s 98th birthday. Here’s a photo essay.