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Previous | Contents | Next The check-in kiosks were new and unfamiliar, and neither they nor the security scanners liked my passport, which had developed a mark of some sort on the photo page. The Baggage Check hall was full of passengers, more new machinery, several processing lines — only one of ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next We discovered the Beach Street Bistrot in George Town accidentally. We’d gone to Armenian Street to see the sights, but left, rightly or wrongly, after only poking our noses into a couple of shops. After all — very special places excepted — if you’ve seen one you’ve ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next East Indies Mansion was another fine place to spend a week — an authentic heritage building steeped in history, the residence of one of the founding fathers of Penang; and now painstakingly restored to its original design and detail as the private mansion of a wealthy, 18th ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next After giving us a chance to compose ourselves, he led us along a path of concrete blocks, laid in pairs in the dirt, and up several steps to the dining room. I stepped carefully with my stick, spacey with tiredness, and was glad to take off my ... Read more
Previous | Contents | It felt good to be back in the arms of Pan Am First Class Standby for the flight to Bangkok. We landed in Delhi to refuel — sat on the tarmac while an Indian lady with downcast eyes tidied the cabin and swept around our feet with ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next The overnight train took us direct to Florence, where we checked into the Nuova Italia, a nice little hotel on Via Faenza. Heather says the shower was cold but breakfast included. Florence was beautiful, no other word will do, and — surely not — seems serene in retrospect. ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next Most of these travel stories are taken from diaries we wrote at the time, and letters and emails home. But the next few pages are extracted from a couple of dozen photos, and what we actually remember 45 years later. I’ve tried to resurrect a few slides but ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next § York impressed us too — York Minster and the Keep of the old York Castle — but it was memorable also because Heather wanted to visit a hairdresser. Having agreed where to meet, I wandered off to kill time while I waited — and waited and waited ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next After stopping for cups of stewed tea and coffee at an American style self-service diner we drove through the West End, past Harrods, through Lambeth, where Heather was born, and eventually out on to the M2. The traffic was very heavy — the smell of diesel and petrol ... Read more