Nestled into the lush foothills of the massive southern mountain range overlooking Costa Rica’s Central Valley the ramshackle fortress of El Buen Pastor has obviously fallen on hard times. Not so long ago it was deemed unfit for its current use and condemned for demolition. So further down the road a more modern extension is … Continue reading
I am adding this post-script to my article on "The Marcoses and the Missing Filipino Millions" because a couple of the comments I have received question whether the Philippines has a nuclear power plant or not. I was there when Imelda's cousin-in-law Herminio Disini was awarded a huge commission from Westinghouse to build a nuclear … Continue reading The Nuclear Power Plant Fiasco
Life with Joe, I found out very swiftly, was anything but boring. The phone never stopped ringing, the invitations never stopped arriving and people would drop in on any excuse just for a chat. For a few weeks I had the definite feeling that many were passing by simply to give me the once … Continue reading Life with Joe
What if you made your way home from work one day, or from shopping in your local supermarket or, like 11-year-old Merima, coming home from school? And, just as you do every day, you turn the corner to enter your street… But...what if...where your street used to be there is a huge, gaping crater...and, further up … Continue reading What If?
Harry Rose was a character. It wouldn’t take long for anyone meeting him for the first time to come to this conclusion. I certainly knew this to be true the minute I met him. I also instinctively knew that we were destined to get along together. From the moment his lips parted revealing a … Continue reading THE FUGITIVE KIND
Just as Beatlemania had taken hold in the United States in February 1964 so, too, had British youth been working themselves up into a frenzy of anticipation at the prospect of Bob Dylan’s first British concert at the Royal Albert Hall on the 9 May 1965. Donovan. Earlier in the day my friend Sarah and I … Continue reading YES, I WAS THERE! Summer of ‘65 by Caroline Kennedy
by Caroline Kennedy On a scorching summer’s day in 1992 the television news reported a fierce attack on the town of Split on the Dalmatian Coast, some 100kms from Zagreb, the capital of Croatia. Split was a town I knew quite well. My mother was from Dubrovnik just a few miles down the coast. At … Continue reading ADAPTING TO LIFE IN A WAR ZONE