13 November

Posted on November 12, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Taking a small mirror from my waistcoat pocket I apply a liberal lashing of my patent pomade to my hirsute upper lip and step tentatively toward the bar. Here goes... Fawcett.


11 November

Posted on November 10, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

On entering the building that’s still somewhat resplendent, albeit in its faded glory I espy at the end of the terrace a famed gunrunner known to his pals as Panama Jack. Now if you have never been to Panama then you won’t know Jack. Fawcett.

Jack's House

10 November

Posted on November 09, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Having billeted the men I grab a bicycle rickshaw and make for the docks, instructing the driver Johnnie to take me to the Foreign Correspondents' Club and make it snappy. Regards, Fawcett.

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