Thursday May 8th, 2008
Tribute
A recurrent image from trips to the Middle East is the caravan. I saw two, in Tunis and Sudan, scruffy versions of movie ones. Noisy and smelly, they resembled nightmares. Modern trucks have replaced them in volume, but only where the original routes were charted centuries ago. Some trucks haul several containers in a bizarre conga line, like those crossing the Australian deserts. Faster versions, then, of the old caravans.
However…