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In a word: Incline

When you first think of this word, it is with a slippery slope in mind.

I’ve been on a few of those in my time.

And while we’re on the subject, those inclines measured in degrees are very important if you want a train to get up and down the side of a mountain.

For the train, that’s an incline plane, the point where traction alone won’t get the iron horse up the hill.

Did I say ‘Iron Horse’?  Sorry, regressed there, back to the mid-1800s in the American West for a moment.

It’s not that important when it comes to trucks and cars, and less so if you like four-wheel driving; getting up near-vertical mountainsides often present a welcome challenge to the true enthusiast

But for the rest of us, not so much if you find yourself sliding in reverse uncontrollably into the bay.  I’m sure it’s happened more than once.

Then…

Are you inclined to go?

A very different sort of incline, ie to be disposed towards an attitude or desire.

An inclination, maybe, not to go four-wheel driving?

There is another, probably more obscure use of the word incline, and that relates to an elevated geological formation.  Not the sort of reference that crops up in everyday conversation at the coffee shop.

But, you never know.  Try it next time you have coffee and see what happens.

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Writing about writing a book – Day 2

Hang about.  Didn’t I read somewhere you need to plan your novel, create an outline setting the plot points, and flesh out the characters?

I’m sure it didn’t say, sit down and start writing!

Time to find a writing pad, and put my thinking cap on.

I make a list, what’s the story going to be about? Who’s going to be in it, at least at the start?

Like a newspaper story, I need a who, what, when, where, and how.

Right now.

 

I pick up the pen.

 

Character number one:

Computer nerd, ok, that’s a little close to the bone, a computer manager who is trying to be everything at once, and failing.  Still me, but with a twist.  Now, add a little mystery to him, and give him a secret, one that will only be revealed after a specific set of circumstance.  Yes, I like that.

We’ll call him Bill, ex-regular army, a badly injured and repatriated soldier who was sent to fight a war in Vietnam, the result of which had made him, at times, unfit to live with.

He had a wife, which brings us to,

Character number two:

Ellen, Bill’s ex-wife, an army brat and a General’s daughter, and the result of one of those romances that met disapproval for so many reasons.  It worked until Bill came back from the war, and from there it slowly disintegrated.  There are two daughters, both by the time the novel begins, old enough to understand the ramifications of a divorce.

Character number three:

The man who is Bill’s immediate superior, the Services Department manager, a rather officious man who blindly follows orders, a man who takes pleasure in making others feel small and insignificant, and worst of all, takes the credit where none is due.

Oops, too much, that is my old boss.  He’ll know immediately I’m parodying him.  Tone it down, just a little, but more or less that’s him.  Last name Benton.  He will play a small role in the story.

Character number four:

Jennifer, the IT Department’s assistant manager, a woman who arrives in a shroud of mystery, and then, in time, to provide Bill with a shoulder to cry on when he and Ellen finally split, and perhaps something else later on.

More on her later as the story unfolds.

So far so good.

What’s the plot?

Huge corporation plotting to take over the world using computers?  No, that’s been done to death.

Huge corporation, OK, let’s stop blaming the corporate world for everything wrong in the world.  Corporations are not bad people, people are the bad people.  That’s a rip off cliché, from guns don’t kill people, people kill people!  There will be guns, and there will be dead people.

There will be people hiding behind a huge corporation, using a part of their computer network to move billions of illegally gained money around.  That’s better.

Now, having got that, our ‘hero’ has to ‘discover’ this network, and the people behind it.

All we need now is to set the ball rolling, a single event that ‘throws a cat among the pigeons’.

Yes, Bill is on holidays, a welcome relief from the problems of work.  He dreams of what he’s going to do for the next two weeks.  The phone rings.  Benton calling, the world is coming to an end, the network is down.  He’s needed.  A few terse words, but he relents.

Pen in hand I begin to write.

 

© Charles Heath 2016-2019

The 2am Rant: A door that is always open

My opinions are my own
 
 

It’s always a good thing to get that across, especially if you work for an organisation that could misinterpret what that opinion is, or generally have an opposing opinion.  Of course, by saying your opinions are your own, you’re covering yourself from becoming unemployed, but is this a futile act?

Perhaps it’s better to not say anything because everything you say and do eventually finds its way to those you want most not to hear about it, perhaps one of the big negatives of the internet and social media.

And…

It seems odd to me that more often than not, you can’t have an opinion of your own, even if it is contrary to that of the organisation you work for, and especially if their opinion has changed over time.  An opposing opinion, delivered in a non-derogatory manner, would be expected to spark a healthy debate, but it doesn’t always end up that way.

I’m sure there are others out there that will disagree and use the overused word, ‘loyalty’.   Perhaps their mantra will be ‘keep your opinions to yourself’.

This, too, often arises in personal relationships, adding weight to the statement, ‘you can pick your friends but not your relatives.’

I’m told I have an opinion on everything, a statement delivered in a manner that suggests sarcasm.  Whether it’s true or not, isn’t the essence of free speech, working within the parameters of not inciting hate, bigotry, racism or sexism, a fundamental right of anyone in a democracy?

Seems not.

There’s always someone out there, higher up the food chain, with an opinion of their own, obviously the right one, and who will not hesitate to silence yours.  But, isn’t it strange that to silence you, they have to use leverage, like your job, to get theirs across?

Well, my opinions are in my writing, and whether or not you agree with them or not, I’m sure you will let me know.  In a robust but respectful manner.

Unlike some, my door is always open.

 
 
 
 
 
 

What I learned about writing: The murky art of plotting! (1)

Truth is stranger than fiction

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Google Maps: More Than Just Directions – A Portal to Phantom Mysteries?

We all use Google Maps. It’s our trusty co-pilot, guiding us through unfamiliar streets, helping us find the nearest coffee shop, and even letting us snoop on our old childhood homes (admit it, you’ve done it!). But what if I told you that sometimes, beneath the familiar satellite imagery, Google Maps offers a glimpse into something far stranger than your aunt’s meticulously manicured lawn?

Lately, chatter has been building around peculiar anomalies popping up on the platform – digital specters appearing where they absolutely shouldn’t. Imagine panning over a dense, untouched forest, far from any airport, only to find a colossal Airbus A320 or Boeing 737 perfectly intact, sitting in a clearing. No missing plane reports, no emergency landings, just a commercial jetliner chilling amongst the trees. How did it get there? And more importantly, why?

This isn’t an isolated incident. There are numerous reports of cars, sometimes multiple vehicles, resting eerily at the bottom of lakes, visible from above. While many of these are indeed phantom images, some chillingly prove to be real. You might recall the story of the car discovered in a lake in Florida, which, upon investigation, contained the remains of a man who had been missing for over two decades. The digital anomaly led to a very real, very tragic discovery.

So, before we reach for our tinfoil hats, there’s a rational explanation for most of these ghostly appearances. The phenomenon is often an instance of image overlay or “ghosting.” Google Maps stitches together countless satellite and aerial photographs taken at different times. When an object, like a low-flying aircraft, is captured in one image over a particular spot, and a later, object-free image of the same spot is layered on top, a faint “ghost” of the original object can remain visible. The plane in the forest? It’s highly probable it was just flying incredibly low when the initial photograph was taken, leaving its digital imprint on the landscape.

Mystery solved, right? Well, mostly.

But what if, just what if, these digital echoes aren’t always mere glitches? What if, sometimes, they are whispers of something more, waiting to be heard?

Mick knew all about those lonely leisure hours when there was nothing else to do. He wasn’t one for idly scrolling social media; Mick was a tramper, a genuine trailblazer. His idea of relaxation was poring over topographical maps, looking for untouched corners of the world, sketching out potential new paths through forests, and dreaming of odd discoveries. Years ago, one such expedition had led him to uncover a lost village of significant archaeological value. He had a knack for finding things.

One drizzly afternoon, with the rain drumming against his window, Mick found himself drifting through Google Maps, exploring remote stretches of a national forest known for its dense, ancient foliage. He zoomed in, panned around, his cursor tracing imaginary trails. He wasn’t looking for glitches, but for inspiration, for the subtle hints of untamed beauty.

Then he saw it.

Not a ghost, not a blur, but what seemed to be distinct wreckage dispersed in a clearing. Glimpses of what looked like metal fragments, incongruous against the deep green canopy. It wasn’t the clean, whole plane of famous internet anomalies, but a scattering, undeniably man-made and out of place. He noted the date of the photograph – nearly a year prior.

A chill ran down his spine. He immediately checked local news archives, aviation reports, anything about missing small planes or crashes in the area. Nothing. Not a single mention. It was too remote for a simple crash to go unnoticed, yet too significant to be naturally occurring.

He kept the location saved, revisiting it over the next few days. It gnawed at him. Was it a trick of the light? A bizarre anomaly of the photo processing? He called a friend, an equally seasoned bushwalker, and explained his digital discovery, asking him to verify it on his own map.

“Right, mate, I’m looking,” came his friend’s voice over the phone a few minutes later. “Where exactly did you say?”

Mick guided him, pixel by pixel. “See it? Right there, by that cluster of three oaks…”

There was a pause. “Uh, Mick? There’s just… trees.”

Mick’s stomach dropped. He clicked back to his own map. The wreckage was gone. The clearing was pristine, just an unbroken expanse of forest. He felt a wave of self-doubt. Had his mind been playing tricks, wanting to find something remarkable, perhaps fabricating the whole thing?

But then he noticed it. The date of the photograph displayed on his screen had updated. It was no longer the nearly-a-year-old image. It was a new one, taken just a few weeks ago.

The digital ghost had vanished, but the seed of a real-world mystery had been planted. With the rain still falling and nothing better to do, Mick knew exactly what his next walking holiday would entail. He wasn’t just going to look at maps anymore. He was going to see what was really there.

365 Days of Writing, 2026 – 229

Day 229 – Write a little every day

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Write a Little Every Day, Without Hope and Without Despair: The Ultimate Mantra for Creative Resilience

“Write a little every day, without hope and without despair.”

Attributed to the brilliant Danish author Isak Dinesen (pen name of Karen Blixen, author of Out of Africa), this single sentence is perhaps the most liberating piece of writing advice ever committed to paper.

In a modern creator economy obsessed with viral hits, massive word counts, and relentless hustle culture, Dinesen’s words feel like a cool breeze on a fevered brow. They strip away the performance, the anxiety, and the delusion, leaving behind the pure, quiet act of creation.

Let’s unpack this profound philosophy and explore how it can completely transform your relationship with your craft—whether you’re writing a novel, building a blog, or working on any long-term creative project.

The Anatomy of the Mantra

To truly understand Dinesen’s advice, we need to break it down into its three core components: consistency, the surrender of false hope, and the banishment of despair.

1. “Write a little every day…”

The first rule of Dinesen’s philosophy is deceptively simple: consistency over intensity.

Many aspiring writers fall into the trap of the “binge and burn” cycle. You wait for the muse to strike. You clear an entire weekend, chug espresso, write 5,000 words in a manic haze, and then—exhausted and drained—don’t write another word for three weeks.

Dinesen advocates for the compound interest of creativity. Writing 200 or 300 words a day might not feel like much, but over the course of a year, you will have a draft of a book. More importantly, showing up daily builds a creative identity. You stop identifying as someone who wants to write and start identifying as someone who writes.

2. “…without hope…”

This is usually the part that makes people double-take. Without hope? Isn’t hope what keeps writers going?

Dinesen isn’t telling you to be a pessimist; rather, she is warning you against the toxicity of conditional motivation.

  • Hope that this sentence will be a masterpiece.
  • Hope that this chapter will go viral.
  • Hope that this book will get a six-figure book deal and land you on the bestseller list.

When you write with hope (in this specific, transactional sense), your self-worth becomes tethered to the outcome. If the writing is hard today, you feel hopeless. If the external validation doesn’t come, you want to quit. Dinesen urges us to detach from the result. Write because it is what you do, not because you are hoping the universe will grant you a reward for doing it.

3. “…and without despair.”

Just as we must let go of frantic hope, we must also release despair.

Every writer knows the voice of despair. It whispers: This is garbage. You have nothing to say. Everyone else is better than you. Why bother?

Despair paralyzes. It turns a blank page into a terrifying monolith. Dinesen’s antidote to despair is radical acceptance. Some days your writing will be brilliant; other days it will be clunky and mediocre. Both are a normal part of the process. By refusing to despair over a bad writing session, you keep the door open for tomorrow’s session. You remove the emotional drama from the craft.

Why Modern Creators Need This Philosophy More Than Ever

We live in an era of metrics. Every tweet, blog post, and video comes with a dashboard tracking views, likes, and shares. It is easier than ever to fall into the trap of writing for the algorithm rather than writing from the soul.

When you apply Dinesen’s “without hope and without despair” rule to the digital age, it acts as a powerful shield:

  • Algorithm changes? Without hope, without despair. You keep writing.
  • A piece bombs and gets zero engagement? Without hope, without despair. You keep writing.
  • A piece goes viral and your inbox is flooded? Without hope, without despair. You keep writing.

This mindset keeps you grounded. It reminds you that the work is the reward, and the validation (or lack thereof) is just noise.

How to Apply Isak Dinesen’s Wisdom Today

If you want to integrate this legendary writing advice into your daily routine, here are three practical steps to take right now:

  1. Lower the Bar: Commit to a ridiculously small daily goal—say, 150 words or 15 minutes. Make it so easy that you can do it even on your worst days.
  2. Separate Creating from Editing: When you sit down to write your daily quota, turn off your inner critic. Do not judge the quality. Just get the words on the page. You can fix bad writing; you cannot fix a blank page.
  3. Audit Your Motivations: Notice when you are writing for applause versus writing for the joy of expression. Gently steer your focus back to the simple act of putting pen to paper (or fingers to keys).

Final Thoughts

Writing is a marathon through a fog. You rarely know where you are going, and the destination is always changing. But if you can learn to put one foot in front of the other—to write a little every day, without hope and without despair—you will not only survive the journey; you might just find joy in the mist.

What did you write today? Let’s keep moving forward, one small word at a time.

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Top 5 sights on the road less travelled – Kampala

Kampala’s Secret Side: 5 Uncrowded Spots with Big Character

Kampala. The name itself evokes a symphony of sounds—the friendly calls of vendors, the constant hum of boda bodas, the rhythm of music spilling from roadside bars. It’s a city that vibrates with an infectious energy. But what if you could peel back the layers of that vibrant chaos and find something quieter? Something more intimate?

While the grand mosques and bustling markets rightfully claim their place on any itinerary, Kampala holds a collection of hidden gems. These are the places where history whispers, art breathes, and tranquillity can be found without the jostle of a crowd.

Step off the beaten track and discover five distinctive Kampala attractions that offer a deeper, more personal connection to the heart of Uganda.

1. Kabaka’s Lake: The Royal Oasis

Tucked away in the suburb of Ndeeba, many visitors head straight for the Kasubi Tombs, overlooking this fascinating site just a short distance away. Kabaka’s Lake is one of Kampala’s best-kept secrets and a place of surprising serenity.

Distinctive Feature: This is no ordinary pond. It’s the largest excavated reservoir in the world, dug entirely by hand in the 1880s on the orders of Kabaka Mwanga II. The legend says he intended it to be a channel to the Indian Ocean. While his grand naval ambitions never materialised, the lake remains a remarkable feat of engineering and a tranquil green lung for the city.

Why it’s Not Crowded: It’s a local spot, not packaged heavily for tourist tours. You’ll find joggers, couples on quiet walks, and families enjoying the shade, but rarely large tour groups. It’s a place to breathe and reflect on the ingenuity of Buganda’s history.

Pro-Tip: Visit in the late afternoon. As the sun begins to set, the sky reflects beautifully on the water, and the local community comes to life, offering a perfect blend of nature and authentic city life.

2. The Baháʼí House of Worship: A Sanctuary of Light

Perched on Kikaya Hill, overlooking the city, is the stunning Baháʼí Temple. Known as the Mother Temple of Africa, this architectural masterpiece offers a profound sense of peace that feels a world away from the city’s hustle.

Distinctive Feature: It is the only Baháʼí House of Worship on the entire African continent. Its magnificent, lace-like dome and elegant gardens are designed for quiet meditation and prayer, open to people of all faiths and backgrounds. The interplay of light through the dome and the intricate patterns inside are simply breathtaking.

Why it’s Not Crowded: As a place of worship, its primary function isn’t tourism. Visitors are encouraged to come, sit, and absorb the peaceful atmosphere, which naturally limits the boisterous crowds found at other landmarks.

Pro-Tip: Allow yourself at least an hour. Don’t just take photos from the outside. Enter the main hall, find a seat, and simply enjoy the silence. The surrounding gardens are perfect for a quiet stroll with incredible views of Kampola on a clear day.

3. Nommo Gallery: Uganda’s Artistic Soul

For a dose of culture without the chaos of a hectic market, the Nommo Gallery is an essential stop. Located in a beautiful colonial-era building, it is the oldest and arguably most prestigious art gallery in Uganda.

Distinctive Feature: Run by the Uganda National Cultural Centre, Nommo showcases a diverse and rotating collection of contemporary Ugandan art. From powerful paintings and intricate sculptures to vibrant textiles and jewellery, it is a one-stop shop for understanding the country’s creative pulse. You won’t find mass-produced souvenirs here—only genuine, high-quality art.

Why it’s Not Crowded: Art galleries tend to attract a more contemplative crowd. It’s a serene space where you can take your time, engage with the art, and even chat with the curators or artists who are often on-site.

Pro-Tip: Even if your budget doesn’t stretch to a large painting, consider buying smaller items like prints, postcards, or jewellery. It’s a wonderful way to support local artists directly and take home a truly unique piece of Uganda.

4. Lubiri Mengo & the “Idi Amin” Tunnel: Echoes of History

While the Kasubi Tombs are the regal burial grounds, the Lubiri in Mengo is the Kabaka’s current palace. Much of it is still a functioning royal residence, but guided tours offer a fascinating, and often sobering, glimpse into Uganda’s royal and political past.

Distinctive Feature: The most chilling and memorable part of the tour is the underground tunnel. Allegedly built by Idi Amin during his rule as an escape route and a place to dispose of enemies, the tunnel is a dark, claustrophobic passage that powerfully connects visitors to the country’s more turbulent history. It’s an experience you won’t forget.

Why it’s Not Crowded: Tours are infrequent and must be arranged through a guide at the main gate. This informal system naturally limits the number of visitors. It lacks the infrastructure of a major tourist site, which is precisely part of its raw, authentic appeal.

Pro-Tip: Arrange your tour in advance if possible. Be respectful; this is still a significant cultural and royal site. The stories shared by the guides are often personal and powerful, so listen closely.

5. A Rooftop Vantage Point: Kampala from Above

Sometimes, the best attraction isn’t a building, but a view. Escaping the street-level noise and gaining a new perspective is one of the best ways to appreciate the scale and beauty of Kampala, nestled among its seven hills.

Distinctive Feature: A panoramic, bird’s-eye view of the sprawling city. You can see the red-tiled roofs, green patches of trees, and the distant hills that define Kampala’s landscape. It’s especially magical during the golden hour as the city begins to light up.

Why it’s Not Crowded: While popular, rooftop bars are often relaxed and spacious. The key is to go during an off-peak time, like mid-afternoon for coffee, rather than a Friday night for drinks.

Pro-Tip: Two excellent choices are the rooftop garden at The Emin Pasha Hotel (for a more classic, serene experience) or the top floor of Javas House on Acacia Avenue (Longacres). Grab a coffee, find a comfy seat, and just watch the city breathe below you.

Go Beyond the Postcard

Kampala rewards the curious traveller. By seeking out these quieter corners, you’ll discover a city with a depth and character that goes far beyond the typical tourist trail. You’ll find the soul of Uganda in its serene temples, its hidden history, and its pockets of inspiring peace.

So next time you find yourself in the “City of Seven Hills,” dare to wander. You might be surprised by what you find.

In a word: Flight

There is a saying, if God wanted us to fly then he would have given us wings.

Unfortunately, he didn’t, so we do not get to know what it’s like to be in flight,

Unless…

We take an aeroplane, which usually has a flight number such as QF607, or in conversation, ‘I’ll be taking the 6 o’clock flight’.

If someone runs away, then we say they have taken flight.

If we roll back a few years, say about 80, to World War 2, flight tales on a whole new meaning.

It refers to a group of planes, in one case a number of spitfires, or,

The man in charge, a flight lieutenant, also colloquially known as ‘flight’.

This is not be confused with the word flite which has several very obscure meanings,

First, it means to quarrel or argue, or engage in a debate, and

Second, to make a complaint.

But one that sticks in my my mind is Flyte, from Brideshead Revisited.  they were a very interesting family.

‘Sunday in New York’ – A beta reader’s view

I’m not a fan of romance novels but …

There was something about this one that resonated with me.

This is a novel about a world generally ruled by perception, and how people perceive what they see, what they are told, and what they want to believe.

I’ve been guilty of it myself, as I’m sure we all have at one time or another.

For the main characters, Harry and Alison, other issues are driving their relationship.

For Alison, it is a loss of self-worth through losing her job and from losing her mother and, in a sense, her sister.

For Harry, it is the fact that he has a beautiful and desirable wife, his belief that she is the object of other men’s desires, and, in particular, his immediate superior’s.

Between observation, the less-than-honest motives of his friends, a lot of jumping to conclusions based on very little fact, and you have the basis of one very interesting story.

When it all comes to a head, Alison finds herself in a desperate situation, and she realises only the truth will save their marriage.

But is it all the truth?

What would we do in similar circumstances?

Rarely does a book have me so enthralled that I could not put it down until I knew the result. They might be considered two people who should have known better, but as is often the case, they had to get past what they both thought was the truth.

And the moral of this story, if it could be said there is one, is that nothing is ever what it seems.

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Top 5 sights on the road less travelled – Dar es Salaam

Hidden Gems of Dar es Salaam: 5 Uncrowded Tourist Attractions with Distinctive Charms

When travellers think of Dar es Salaam, Tanzania’s bustling coastal metropolis, images of busy markets, vibrant street life, and oceanfront promenades often come to mind. While landmarks like the National Museum and Kariakoo Market draw large crowds, the city holds a treasure trove of lesser-known attractions that remain delightfully uncrowded. These hidden gems offer authentic cultural experiences, historical depth, and natural beauty—without the usual tourist rush.

If you’re looking to explore Dar es Salaam beyond the well-trodden path, here are five unique, low-traffic tourist attractions that deserve a spot on your itinerary.

1. Msasani Slipway & The Village Museum

Nestled along the tranquil Msasani Peninsula, the Msasani Slipway is a redeveloped shipyard turned lifestyle and cultural hub. Unlike the packed beaches of Oyster Bay, this waterfront area retains a relaxed charm. By day, you can admire traditional dhows being built using age-old techniques—an ode to Dar’s maritime heritage. By evening, local artisans sell crafts, and live Afro-jazz music floats through the air.

Attached to this area is the often-overlooked Village Museum, which offers a beautifully curated journey through Tanzania’s diverse ethnic cultures. Life-sized replicas of traditional homesteads from the Maasai, Chagga, Sukuma, and other communities provide an intimate, educational glimpse into the nation’s heritage. Best of all, the museum rarely sees long lines, making it perfect for a peaceful, reflective visit.

Why it’s special: A rare blend of urban revival, cultural education, and scenic harbour views.

2. Azania Front Lutheran Church (AFLC)

Tucked between colonial-era buildings and modern storefronts in the city centre, the Azania Front Lutheran Church, often called the “Cathedral of Dar,” is an architectural marvel with deep historical roots. Built in the early 20th century during the German colonial period, its red-brick Gothic Revival design stands out amidst the bustling streets.

While not a major tourist hotspot, this Anglican-turned-Lutheran church is a serene sanctuary of stained glass, carved wood, and peaceful acoustics. Visitors are often welcomed by friendly parishioners and may even attend a Sunday service to experience uplifting Swahili gospel hymns.

Why it’s special: A peaceful urban oasis with colonial-era architecture and living spiritual significance—often missed by tour groups.

3. Pugu Hills Forest Reserve

Just a 30-minute drive from downtown Dar es Salaam lies the Pugu Hills Forest Reserve, one of the oldest protected forests in Africa. Designated in 1890, this lush green expanse is home to rare bird species, medicinal plants, and ancient rock art sites believed to be centuries old.

Unlike Tanzania’s more famous national parks, Pugu Hills is rarely visited by tourists. Guided walks with local community rangers offer insights into conservation efforts and indigenous knowledge. The trails wind through misty woodlands and open fields, offering solitude and a breath of fresh air away from city noise.

Why it’s special: A quiet, eco-friendly escape with historical, ecological, and cultural layers—perfect for nature lovers and hikers seeking serenity.

4. Kunduchi Wet ‘n’ Wild (Off-Peak Visits)

While Kunduchi Wet ‘n’ Wild is known as a popular water park, visiting during weekday mornings or outside school holidays reveals a surprisingly uncrowded, family-friendly retreat. This expansive recreational complex features thrilling water slides, relaxing pools, and picnic spaces within a shady coastal forest.

Beyond the rides, the park occasionally hosts cultural performances and seafood barbecues using local recipes. Go early, and you’ll enjoy the amenities with room to breathe—plus, friendly staff often share stories about the park’s evolution from a coconut plantation.

Why it’s special: A dynamic space that transforms from bustling to tranquil, offering fun and cultural flavour when visited off-peak.

5. The Slipway Art Galleries & Pop-Ups

Scattered around The Slipway complex in Msasani, several independent art galleries and pop-up exhibitions showcase works by emerging Tanzanian artists. Spaces like Nafasi Art Space (just a short walk inland) and rotating pop-ups at cafés and studios spotlight contemporary Swahili themes, political commentary, and abstract expressions using local materials.

These galleries are rarely packed, allowing intimate viewing and the chance to chat directly with artists. Many pieces reflect Tanzania’s social fabric, from coastal life to urban youth culture.

Why it’s special: A vibrant, quiet corner of Dar’s creative scene where art meets authenticity.

Final Thoughts: Discover the Dar Less Travelled

Dar es Salaam is more than traffic, skyscrapers, and busy ports. Beneath its fast-paced surface lies a city rich in quiet beauty, cultural depth, and resilient traditions. These five uncrowded attractions exemplify Dar’s hidden heart—accessible, memorable, and refreshingly free from the tourist throngs.

So, the next time you’re in Tanzania’s largest city, step off the beaten path. Whether you’re sipping chai at The Slipway while watching fishermen mend their nets, or tracing ancient rock etchings in Pugu Hills, you’ll discover that Dar es Salaam’s most meaningful moments often happen in silence, solitude, and surprise.

Travel Tip: For the best experience, visit these sites early in the morning or during weekdays. Many locals also recommend hiring a community guide for deeper context and meaningful interactions.

Have you visited any of these hidden spots? Share your quiet adventures in the comments below!

An excerpt from “Echoes from the Past”

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With my attention elsewhere, I walked into a man who was hurrying in the opposite direction.  He was a big man with a scar running down the left side of his face from the eye socket to the mouth, and he was wearing a black shirt with a red tie.

That was all I remembered as my heart almost stopped.

He apologised as he stepped to one side, the same way I stepped, as I also muttered an apology.

I kept my eyes down.  He was not the sort of man I wanted to recognise later in a lineup.  I stepped to the other side, and so did he.  It was one of those situations.  Finally getting out of sync, he kept going in his direction, and I went towards the bus, which was now pulling away from the curb.

Getting my breath back, I just stood riveted to the spot watching it join the traffic.  I looked back over my shoulder, but the man I’d run into had gone.  I shrugged and looked at my watch.  It would be a few minutes before the next bus arrived.

Wait, or walk?  I could also go by subway, but it was a long walk to the station.  What the hell, I needed the exercise.

At the first intersection, the ‘Walk’ sign had just flashed to ‘Don’t Walk’.  I thought I’d save a few minutes by not waiting for the next green light.  As I stepped onto the road, I heard the screeching of tyres.

A yellow car stopped inches from me.

It was a high-powered sports car, perhaps a Lamborghini.  I knew what they looked like because Marcus Bartleby owned one, as did every other junior executive in the city with a rich father.

Everyone stopped to look at me, then the car.  It was that sort of car.  I could see the driver through the windscreen shaking his fist, and I could see he was yelling too, but I couldn’t hear him.  I stepped back onto the sidewalk, and he drove on.  The moment had passed, and everyone went back to their business.

My heart rate hadn’t come down from the last encounter.   Now it was approaching cardiac arrest, so I took a few minutes and several sets of lights to regain composure.

At the next intersection, I waited for the green light, and then a few seconds more, just to be sure.  I was no longer in a hurry.

Next, I heard what sounded like a gunshot.  A few people looked around, worried expressions on their faces, but when it happened again, I saw it was an old car backfiring.  I also saw another yellow car, much the same as the one before, stopped on the side of the road.  I thought nothing of it, other than it was the second yellow car I’d seen.

At the next intersection, I realised I was subconsciously heading towards Harry’s new bar.   It was somewhere on 6th Avenue, so I continued walking in what I thought was the right direction.

I don’t know why I looked behind me at the next intersection, but I did.  There was another yellow car on the side of the road, not far from me.  It, too, looked the same as the original Lamborghini, and I was starting to think it was not a coincidence.

Moments after crossing the road, I heard the roar of a sports car engine and saw the yellow car accelerate past me.  As it passed by, I saw there were two people in it, and the blurry image of the passenger was a large man with a red tie.

Now my imagination was playing tricks.

It could not be the same man.  He was going in a different direction.

In the few minutes I’d been standing on the pavement, it had started to snow; early for this time of year, and marking the start of what could be a long, cold winter.  I shuddered, and it was not necessarily because of the temperature.

I looked up and saw a neon light advertising a bar, coincidentally the one Harry had ‘found’ and, looking once in the direction of the departing yellow car, I decided to go in.  I would have a few drinks and then leave through the back door if there were one.

Just in case.

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© Charles Heath 2015-2020

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365 Days of Writing, 2026 – 229

Day 229 – Write a little every day

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Write a Little Every Day, Without Hope and Without Despair: The Ultimate Mantra for Creative Resilience

“Write a little every day, without hope and without despair.”

Attributed to the brilliant Danish author Isak Dinesen (pen name of Karen Blixen, author of Out of Africa), this single sentence is perhaps the most liberating piece of writing advice ever committed to paper.

In a modern creator economy obsessed with viral hits, massive word counts, and relentless hustle culture, Dinesen’s words feel like a cool breeze on a fevered brow. They strip away the performance, the anxiety, and the delusion, leaving behind the pure, quiet act of creation.

Let’s unpack this profound philosophy and explore how it can completely transform your relationship with your craft—whether you’re writing a novel, building a blog, or working on any long-term creative project.

The Anatomy of the Mantra

To truly understand Dinesen’s advice, we need to break it down into its three core components: consistency, the surrender of false hope, and the banishment of despair.

1. “Write a little every day…”

The first rule of Dinesen’s philosophy is deceptively simple: consistency over intensity.

Many aspiring writers fall into the trap of the “binge and burn” cycle. You wait for the muse to strike. You clear an entire weekend, chug espresso, write 5,000 words in a manic haze, and then—exhausted and drained—don’t write another word for three weeks.

Dinesen advocates for the compound interest of creativity. Writing 200 or 300 words a day might not feel like much, but over the course of a year, you will have a draft of a book. More importantly, showing up daily builds a creative identity. You stop identifying as someone who wants to write and start identifying as someone who writes.

2. “…without hope…”

This is usually the part that makes people double-take. Without hope? Isn’t hope what keeps writers going?

Dinesen isn’t telling you to be a pessimist; rather, she is warning you against the toxicity of conditional motivation.

  • Hope that this sentence will be a masterpiece.
  • Hope that this chapter will go viral.
  • Hope that this book will get a six-figure book deal and land you on the bestseller list.

When you write with hope (in this specific, transactional sense), your self-worth becomes tethered to the outcome. If the writing is hard today, you feel hopeless. If the external validation doesn’t come, you want to quit. Dinesen urges us to detach from the result. Write because it is what you do, not because you are hoping the universe will grant you a reward for doing it.

3. “…and without despair.”

Just as we must let go of frantic hope, we must also release despair.

Every writer knows the voice of despair. It whispers: This is garbage. You have nothing to say. Everyone else is better than you. Why bother?

Despair paralyzes. It turns a blank page into a terrifying monolith. Dinesen’s antidote to despair is radical acceptance. Some days your writing will be brilliant; other days it will be clunky and mediocre. Both are a normal part of the process. By refusing to despair over a bad writing session, you keep the door open for tomorrow’s session. You remove the emotional drama from the craft.

Why Modern Creators Need This Philosophy More Than Ever

We live in an era of metrics. Every tweet, blog post, and video comes with a dashboard tracking views, likes, and shares. It is easier than ever to fall into the trap of writing for the algorithm rather than writing from the soul.

When you apply Dinesen’s “without hope and without despair” rule to the digital age, it acts as a powerful shield:

  • Algorithm changes? Without hope, without despair. You keep writing.
  • A piece bombs and gets zero engagement? Without hope, without despair. You keep writing.
  • A piece goes viral and your inbox is flooded? Without hope, without despair. You keep writing.

This mindset keeps you grounded. It reminds you that the work is the reward, and the validation (or lack thereof) is just noise.

How to Apply Isak Dinesen’s Wisdom Today

If you want to integrate this legendary writing advice into your daily routine, here are three practical steps to take right now:

  1. Lower the Bar: Commit to a ridiculously small daily goal—say, 150 words or 15 minutes. Make it so easy that you can do it even on your worst days.
  2. Separate Creating from Editing: When you sit down to write your daily quota, turn off your inner critic. Do not judge the quality. Just get the words on the page. You can fix bad writing; you cannot fix a blank page.
  3. Audit Your Motivations: Notice when you are writing for applause versus writing for the joy of expression. Gently steer your focus back to the simple act of putting pen to paper (or fingers to keys).

Final Thoughts

Writing is a marathon through a fog. You rarely know where you are going, and the destination is always changing. But if you can learn to put one foot in front of the other—to write a little every day, without hope and without despair—you will not only survive the journey; you might just find joy in the mist.

What did you write today? Let’s keep moving forward, one small word at a time.

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Inspiration, maybe – Volume 1

50 photographs, 50 stories, of which there is one of the 50 below.

They all start with –

A picture paints … well, as many words as you like.  For instance:

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And the story:

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It was once said that a desperate man has everything to lose.

The man I was chasing was desperate, but I, on the other hand, was more desperate to catch him.

He’d left a trail of dead people from one end of the island to the other.

The team had put in a lot of effort to locate him, and now his capture was imminent.  We were following the car he was in, from a discreet distance, and, at the appropriate time, we would catch up, pull him over, and make the arrest.

There was nowhere for him to go.

The road led to a dead-end, and the only way off the mountain was back down the road we were now on.  Which was why I was somewhat surprised when we discovered where he was.

Where was he going?

“Damn,” I heard Alan mutter.  He was driving, being careful not to get too close, but not far enough away to lose sight of him.

“What?”

“I think he’s made us.”

“How?”

“Dumb bad luck, I’m guessing.  Or he expected we’d follow him up the mountain.  He’s just sped up.”

“How far away?”

“A half-mile.  We should see him higher up when we turn the next corner.”

It took an eternity to get there, and when we did, Alan was right, only he was further on than we thought.”

“Step on it.  Let’s catch him up before he gets to the top.”

Easy to say, not so easy to do.  The road was treacherous, and in places, just gravel, and there were no guard rails to stop a three-thousand-foot fall down the mountainside.

Good thing then, I had the foresight to have three agents on the hill for just such a scenario.

Ten minutes later, we were in sight of the car, still moving quickly, but we were going slightly faster.  We’d catch up just short of the summit car park.

Or so we thought.

Coming quickly around another corner, we almost slammed into the car we’d been chasing.

“What the hell…” Aland muttered.

I was out of the car and over to see if he was in it, but I knew that it was only a slender possibility.  The car was empty, and no indication of where he had gone.

Certainly not up the road.  It was relatively straightforward for the next mile, at which we would have reached the summit.  Up the mountainside from here, or down.

I looked up.  Nothing.

Alan yelled out, “He’s not going down, not that I can see, but if he did, there’s hardly a foothold and that’s a long fall.”

Then where did he go?

Then a man looking very much like our quarry came out from behind a rock embedded just a short distance up the hill.

“Sorry,” he said quite calmly.  “Had to go if you know what I mean.”

I’d lost him.

It was as simple as that.

I had been led a merry chase up the hill, and all the time he was getting away in a different direction.

I’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book, letting my desperation blind me to the disguise that anyone else would see through in an instant.

It was a lonely sight, looking down that road, knowing that I had to go all that way down again, only this time, without having to throw caution to the wind.

“Maybe next time,” Alan said.

“We’ll get him.  It’s just a matter of time.”

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© Charles Heath 2019-2026

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