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We are sorry to say that Mac is not very well,\n but he is still e-mailing strong and recently sent the Beetle
\n a collection of Mac reminiscences about some of his travels
\n in 1992. Here we have thoughts and experiences on
\n India.\n <\/p>\n
\n We are sorry to say that Mac is not very well,
\n but he is still e-mailing strong and recently sent the Beetle
\n a collection of Mac reminiscences about some of his travels
\n in 1992. Here we have thoughts and experiences on
\n India.\n <\/p>\n
\n I am enjoying reading a book called Eating The Indian
\n Air by John Morris, published by Atheneun 1969 New
\n York. Eating the Indian Air is an Indian expression
\n meaning to take a walk. Morris was in British Army in
\n India and returned around 1969 to see changes. He had
\n been on Mt Everest expeditions of 1922 and 1936 so his visit
\n to see Tensing at the Himalayan Mountaineering School,
\n Darjeeling, India was interesting.\n <\/p>\n
\n Quote: “After breakfast I set off to visit the Himalayan
\n Mountaineering Institute. The world famous Tensing is
\n the chief instructor at the Himalayan Institute. I had
\n purposely not telephoned to let him know of my visit because
\n I wished to give him a surprise. In 1936 as a young and
\n inexperienced Sherpa porter he had been my personal servant
\n on Everest and although I had seen him in England after the
\n successful climb in 1953. By local standards he has become a
\n wealthy man but he is quite unspoilt and still lives in a
\n simple but comfortable manner. His appearance reminded
\n me of the best of the Swiss guides with whom in more affluent
\n days many of us used to climb. And he was dressed for
\n the part, thick woollen knickerbockers, hand knitted
\n stockings, a peacock blue sweater, Homburg hat (favourite of
\n all men of Tibetan origin and the heaviest of climbing boots
\n I have ever seen. I could not resist pulling his leg
\n about his appearance but this he said with a laugh was the
\n outfit in which American tourists expected to find him; they
\n were disappointed if they found him more soberly dressed”.\n <\/p>\n
\n Me, Mac speaking now. I visited this Himalayan School
\n outside Darjeeling when I was maybe 69. There was a
\n slight hill to get to it and I came puffing in the door and
\n asked if I could enrol in the school. They laughed and
\n said they did not take anyone over 18 years of age. I
\n was sorry Tensing did not get to meet me but he was either
\n not in that day or away climbing a mountain. They had a gift
\n shop and I brought several kinds of key rings with picture of
\n Mr Everest and I think some saying. They proved to be
\n the gift the recipients enjoyed getting the most and they did
\n not take up much room in my pack.\n <\/p>\n
\n I stayed in a budget place and I thought they said I could
\n see Mr Kangchenjunga, the third largest mountain in the world
\n from my window. They suggested I get up at 5am before the
\n clouds came in or something. What they said was that I could
\n see this Mt perhaps at this time from the hotel but from the
\n other side of hotel. I did later see it.\n <\/p>\n
\n They brought hot water in something like a milk bucket at the
\n time I told them I wanted to take a bath. The woodwork in
\n hotel was beautiful although a budget place. They did not
\n service meals but they told me how to get to a place friends
\n owned and it was good. I really enjoyed Darjeeling and the
\n little toy train to get up there. I also visited a Tibetan
\n refugee place.\n <\/p>\n
\n From book The Whole World Stranger by Virginia Moore, The
\n McMillan Company New York 1957 Page 144: “In the big bazaar
\n of Calcutta (India) amid merchandise common and exotic we saw
\n up for sale boxes of food from America marked “Do not sell,
\n this is a gift” and heard that many recipients mistaking
\n cheese for soap had washed their clothes with it” (Me. The
\n night before we were to get on troop ship at Bremerhaven,
\n Germany (WWII) to return to the states a German POW
\n doing kitchen duty mistook a bar of brown GI soap for butter
\n and put it in the soup, (or so the story goes.) At
\n three in the morning troops were wandering around with
\n dysentery trying to find a dispensary. What a
\n mess. I decided I was going to get on that ship in the
\n morning even if I had to crawl up the gang plank on my hands
\n and knees lugging my duffel bag. I did manage to stand
\n up but had a movement on the way up the gang plank.
\n What an exit from war torn Europe. (I think it was an
\n honest mistake on the part of the German POW and don’t think
\n it was sabotage. Ha!) When we got to New York there was
\n a harbour captain that came out to guide our ship on
\n in. I was at the side of ship watching this. He
\n came on board and shook my hand and said “Welcome home son.”
\n (I had cleaned my self up by then.) I get tears in my
\n eyes just remembering him saying this. \n <\/p>\n
\n Back to the book. “At Jjama Masjid (noble Moslem mosque) in
\n Delhi, the guide showed them three world sights.
\n Mohammed’s sandal, his footprint, and from his beard a long
\n red hair.” The sandals were two inches shorter than his
\n footprint. They had one guide that they joked needed a
\n guide as he didn’t know what some well known sites were.\n <\/p>\n
\n Me: I found the guides on the government sponsored tours were
\n very good and tours were reasonable. I also found the
\n government sponsored hotels were reasonable, clean and met my
\n needs. You find out about them from the National
\n Tourist offices. While I did not use them all the time it was
\n nice to know they were there.\n <\/p>\n
\n I am reading an article about Oil Rich Brunei a feast for
\n eyes by Sandra Scott in today’s Washington Times Travel
\n section. She writes: On the Royal Brunei airplane from
\n Thailand to Bandar the capital of Brunei just before landing
\n a flight attendant advised “The importation of drugs into
\n Brunei is illegal and punishable by death. We are sorry
\n for any inconvenience this may caused.”.\n <\/p>\n
\n The sultan’s new 1,800 room palace is the largest in the
\n world and is managed by Hyatt Corp. For three days
\n following Ramadan the palace is open to the public, a buffet
\n is served and the sultan and his wives- he has two greet the
\n people.”.\n <\/p>\n
\n I met in Rio De Janeiro one time the son of one of the
\n Royalty of Saudi Arabia, or he said he was. He said his
\n father had seven wives and he was the son of the youngest
\n one. He may have been a fake as he was staying in same
\n budget pension I was. I know he did give Varig or
\n whatever Brazils airline a bribe to get on flight out when it
\n was difficult to get out and they took it. I was surprised at
\n this little transaction.\n <\/p>\n