Almost disaster

You’d think that I have enough trouble being Noramlyed by the winds of fate whenever I travel, without encouraging disaster on myself.
Yet that’s exactly what I did today.

I was saved by a young lady called Nor’Ain, and a young man called Putra, who both work for the Bintang Warta supermarket down here where I live.

Today – after visiting the moneychanger to change some notes into Australian dollars, I did a spot of shopping – and left my purse behind at the counter. Containing not only the money and credit and bank cards, but also my passport. And I am leaving early Tuesday morning.

That was almost the end of my trip – but Nor’Ain found the purse and sent it down to the head of security, Putra (which means prince btw), who immediately telephoned my handphone after extracting my business card from the purse. He reached me before I even made it home.

Lovely honest people who restore one’s faith in the world, refusing a reward too.

Thank you to you both.

Wings on the Wind





Yes they came.
In fact we saw our first birds while still driving from our home in the Klang Valley to Port Dickson.
And they came in over the Ilham Resort in a steady stream until we left…
No matter how many times I see this, it never fails to move me. Never.
And to think they have another 10,000 kilometres (6,200 miles) and possibly several months to go before they arrive back to the place where they were born. Those who make it…
Some of them won’t.
Some will fall to people with guns.
Some will drown after falling into the sea with exhaustion.
Some will die as a result of starvation or storms – starvation because we humans think its good to have loads of kids and develop the world into a place where there is no room for wildlife.
Migration moves me. Every time.

Why don’t you have a look tomorrow?

What to do next Saturday or Sunday

Red for southward journey, yellow for northward, one satellite-tracked individual

Stand at the front of the lighthouse fence on the cliff.
If you look down, you can see turtles surfacing over the coral reef.
If you look outwards you are gazing at Sumatra – with a good pair of binoculars on a clear day, you can actually see it. In between you and the island, is the sea – the Straits of Malacca.

And there, if you look carefully, you might see the first bird of the day arrive.
He comes in low, flapping. He’s tired – he’s not actually built for flapping, but at sea he can’t get a thermal to lift him up. He gets closer and closer – then you see another behind him, and another, and another and another – long lines of them, several lines. All heading towards you. Panting. Then the first one hits the warm air close to the land. He starts to circle. He stops flapping. He tilts his head, and you see his eye looking at you – and disregarding what he sees. You are not important, not in this instant of time.

He rises over your head, effortlessly now. And is gone.
And you are left breathless with the beauty of it, with the timelessness, the danger, the instinctive drive of the greatest journey on earth: migration.




A couple of days back, March 11th, the count team at Tanjung Tuan (Port Dickson) recorded 4101 raptors, mainly Oriental Honey-Buzzards, on their way back from Indonesia.

BE THERE THIS YEAR
Photos from past years raptor watch at Ilham Resort, PD.
http://www.raptorwatch.org/
Organised by the Malaysian Nature Society
FREE

I swear…

Some time ago, an online review site reviewed – quite favourably – The Shadow of Tyr, which was great. However the reviewer also added this:

“I must assume that Ms Larke is a polite and well-spoken woman. She certainly does not know how to curse!” She then gave a little lecture on how to write a curse. She objected to curses more than one syllable long (what about words like “sonovabitch” or that good old English expression “Bloody hell!” There’s actually a stack of multi-syllable expletives when you think about it.)

She also made an assumption that all societies are like hers and follow Eurocentric conventions.

Nope. I have lived 30 plus years in an Asian society. Swearing is frowned upon, regarded as crass, bad-mannered and inappropriately vulgar. That’s if you swear in English. When it comes to swearing in the local language, you run into an even worse barrier – they don’t have swear words.

The most they can manage is a mild equivalent of “damn”. You can call someone a pig, which is pretty bad to a Muslim, or you can say they are “badly taught”, which is also considered a very impolite expression. The idea of using bodily functions and sexual or religious expressions? – nope. (I checked with my husband for this – and he went to an all boys boarding school. One would assume that he’s heard about anything there was to hear.) If they call on God, they mean it. None of this taking the Lord’s name in vain…

Interesting, huh?

And yeah. Hate to disallusion anyone, but when my computer crashes and I am alone in my study, the walls blush.

Ditto when I drop a hammer on my toe in public.

Refurbished Website

I have a new webmaster. His name is Jason and he’s from Queensland.
And he’s great.

You can see the result of his labours here at https://glendalarke.com

I can’t thank him enough for all he’s done.

We aimed to build something that’s elegant, simple and fast – yet gives you the information you need. Jason is still tweaking…so, if you have any comments, we’d love to here from you. (Typos? Problems? Anything you’d like to see up there that’s not already there?) You can either post your comments here, or send me or Jason an email.

Thanks in advance!

Waiting…

Spent the better part of the day at the hospital. Only to find that the results of the MRI have not yet entered the system, so I am none the wiser.
Now scheduled for an MRI of the elbow – in 6 weeks time.
And my next doctor’s appointment is in May…
So that will be the earliest that I know anything. One thing for sure, if there is any possibility that this problem will go away by itself, we sure are giving it every chance!
When medical care is free, it is also very slow.
I first went to a doctor about this back in August 2007!

The migration your great grandchildren may never see


This was to have been the weekend of the Port Dickson Raptor Watch, but alas, the politicians decided to have an election instead. So the Malaysian Nature Society changed the dates to next weekend.

If you live in Malaysia or Singapore – this is an annual event and is not to be missed, suitable for everyone from 1 to 101 years, at the Ilham Resort at Tanjung Tuan, P.D.

For a full website about the event and all the things that are going on: see here at http://raptorwatch.org
For photos of past years’ watches see here.

Remember is it FREE.
It is nature at its most untamed.
There are walks and (we hope) birds overhead on their way back from Indonesia, possibly by the thousand.
There are stalls and things to buy that are nature related.
There are free talks.
People to show cameras, digiscoping, birds, migration, etc etc.
There are lawns and beaches and forests and turtles and a lighthouse. Places for a picnic, or food stalls in the hotel grounds.
There are games for the kids.

And – what with global warming, and politicians doing what they do best – who knows how long this remarkable journey of the eagles and hawks will continue.

Torture is not moving…

…as I discovered today in the bowels of a magnetic resonance imaging tunnel, for an hour, with my arm stretched above my head. By the time I emerged, I had new ideas for torture scenes in the next book.

Results on Monday, when I see the specialist.

And I have an entry in Wikipedia! Thanks to a very nice person from my home state whom I have never met.

It never fails to amaze me that there are so many lovely people out there doing so much for unknown others free of charge. Balances out all the gnashing of teeth that I do when I get another piece of spam for enhancement of an appendage I do not have.

Oh, and the Ministry accepted the final draft project paper (once a few small amendments are made) so we move on to the second phase. Yay! That means I do have an income for the next year, and I do get to travel to some of my very favourite wild places. We will be capacity building of both sites and human capital on the ground, plus web site development.

Life is looking good.

I’m Human Again.

Today is a big day. It is the final presentation – at least I hope it is final – of the bird tourism project I have been working on for the past one year plus; that’s the one that took me to all those lovely National Parks etc. So we present our findings to the Ministry this afternoon.

And secondly, I have just sent off ROGUE RAINLORD, book 1 in the trilogy The Time of Random Rain, to my Australian editor and my UK agent. It came in at 183,000 words, which is the longest book I have ever written.

This book was started back in 2003, then abandoned because I had a contract to write the other two trilogies. It was called Droughtmaster back then. I have no contract and no promises on this one – it sells only if The Mirage Makers trilogy sells well. Yep, that’s the way these things tend to work: what counts most are past sales. So I may just have devoted the past year of my life to a massive project that will never see the light of day. That is often what writing is all about. And I’d do it all again…

So all my fingers are crossed, even as I bite my nails…(contortion is involved.) I feel like a first time author.

There were moments of despair in the writing process. Times when I thought I would never conquer the unruly soul of this tale. Times when the plot twisted out of my control and went careening off on its own. Fortunately, there were also beta readers who frowned and waggled their fingers at me, and pointed out where the story was delinquent, or the characters whining.

Now, when I read it through, it is with surprise. It feels so right. How could I have ever thought there was another way of writing this story, another order for the events, another action this character could have taken, or another path that character could have followed?

Yes, it will still be polished further, and refined and fine-tuned. But basically it is there. I have been moved by the story, devastated by a death of one character, touched by the love and courage of others. Half the chapters have been moved and re-ordered since their initial foray into the world.

And now it is time to see what the professionals think.

What is it about?

It’s about living in a disintegrating world, and the four people of courage who resist the horrors that threaten them – thirst, war and tyranny. One is sought by people who want to either use him or kill him, one has her life hijacked by magic, two others find what they have been looking for, only to have war snatch it away.

It’s about a ruler who tries to do the decent thing, only to find himself reviled as weak.
It’s about three men who pursue power – a tribal leader who wants a return to the past, a thwarted lord who wants to use another’s talents to gain position, and an old man who lost power and wants it back, no matter who suffers – and one woman who waits on the sidelines to scavenge what falls…

It’s about the power of water, and what happens when we don’t have enough.

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And I can now be human again, and do interesting stuff like housework, get a haircut, talk to my husband, get to bed early, answer my emails, get the computer fixed … all the things that have been put on hold lately.