Mike Farrell

In mid-June, at the invitation of the Inter-American Court on Human Rights, Farrell flew to San Jose, Costa Rica

The WCADP asked Speedy Rice if someone from the U.S. west coast might make the trip instead of them having to send someone all the way from

Cross-country motorcycle riding is for me a kind of therapy. Bikes have been part of my life since before I was old enough to drive legally.

Up early and manage a call to Jerry, who hasn’t been able to reach the warden. He says wait. Either way I’ll be leaving, so I g

Sleep in a bit and miss breakfast, but the bright sunshine outside is an energy booster in and of itself. Check out and load up the (mostly

Up after a nice rest, gear on the bike, change some money and head to the post office to pay for my sins. Could just blow it off, I realize,

Rwanda. Even the name evokes an uncomfortable response. Perhaps it’s the unusual juxtaposition of the two consonants at the beginning of the

At 6:30AM there’s a call I have a hard time understanding. It’s from the police and there seems to be some problem with a form. My “fiche,”

When the little alarm wakes me it’s the first time I haven’t been up before its call, still negotiating as I am with time-zone-differential.

Almost forty years ago, when I was in Marine Corps basic training, the tantalizing specter held up by our instructor

5AM. I crawl out of bed and grope my way to the shower. The water is very cold and shows no sign, even after my most fervent prayers, of cha

Tom and Claire take us to airport (LAX). Meet Dennis Weaver and his wife Gerrie. As we’re talking, Greg H. comes up and introduces himself t

Trip through the Hermitage Museum complex. Actually the Winter Palace makes up the largest part of the museum. Hermitage seems to be the pla

As the 1980 spokesperson for CONCERN/America, a nondenominational, international refugee aid organization, I was asked to attend a conferenc

I’ve always wanted to ride a motorcycle across Australia. At least that’s what I’ve been saying for years. Motorcycle trips on back roads th

Air France to Paris, en route to Nairobi - the first leg of a trip for the UNHCR to look at the situation in Somalia and then Bosnia. We le

At first light - and what a glorious light it is - I take the bag outside and set it carefully on a table. The African pre-dawn is magnifice

Gather in the lobby to check out. We’re heading for a visit to the US Airlift before flying back to Nairobi. Bit of a shock. Barbara has bee

Up at 6 AM. Very cold. Considering the noisy neighbors, I slept surprisingly well. A quick cold splash takes the place of a shower, bottled