Trent
thank you - I look forward to hearing more.
I think I'll take my travels alphabetically!
Aden America Andorra Aruba Australia Austria
Adene: Apart from annual visits home, I spent 1958-66 in Little Aden, where the BP refinery and town were situated on the opposite 'point' of the huge, horseshoe-shaped bay where Steamer Point was on the other 'point. My two sons were born in the BP hospital there. If you look on google Earth, go south down the Red Sea, turn East at the corner then go along the coast until you find Bandar Sheikh, you will see a smaller bay and the house I spent most of the time there was in the row nearest the sea, but all those houses were taken down long ago.
I liked the heat because there was always a movement of air and only twice a year did things get really humid. I made some lovely friends, had the experience of driving regularly to Steamer Point, the colours of the rocks and the sea, the air-conditioned, furnished etc accommodation, the one time where heavy rain fell for three days and 'Silent Valley' became a carpet of colour instead of rock and sand, the availability of constant, good water to drink, the fresh fish sellers who brought a choice to one's door, similarly material sellers, the travel to and from by sea, BUT
those years were over-shadowed by the abuse and violence meted out to me at unpredictable times right from my arrival there four days after wedding by my ex. It took me a few years to begin to find ways to get through and out of that. It is so long ago now though, and he, after a spell working in Libya, moved to Australia, and died years ago. The friends I made lasted although several of them have died but the memories I keep are the sunny ones.
Andorra: Spent an hour or so there on a day coach trip, so I cannot say much about it!
Aruba: spent ten days there with friends who had moved there because of work. Rather Americanised, but it was most interesting being in that part of the world.
America next.
SD
You've sound to have had a very interesting early life mixed with a lot of sadness which I'm sorry to hear about but you came through with some with some lovely friends .
Here's a little story about some people I met when I was travelling with my new wife in France in the mid 1980s
I had met the woman who would become my wife on a blind date arranged by a friend of mine from work, 12 weeks later we were married and because she worked in a building society we were able to get a mortgage at a big discount and we bought a lovely bungalow on a hilltop on a small estate with great views.
A year had passed and I was restless and after a long discussion we decided to sell up and do some travelling . We had made a substantial profit on the house and bought a Transit Dormobile and set off to see what we could find .
Our intention was to find work where we could and just enjoy ourselves while we were young . we had many adventures but the one I'm going to relate was in a place called Port Grimauld in the south of France .
My wife got a job in a service laundrette and I worked for the same bloke who also owned a very select restaurant in the same area. Life was good . I was introduced to Sofia Loren , Yule Briner, and Roger Moore who came in every day for breakfast although the place was closed! He would invite me to come and sit with him at his table while he ate the food id made for him and we would chat about everyday stuff , he really was a lovely chap , a proper gentleman
After a couple of months the chap I worked for (also a famous English person) realised there was more to me than cooking egg dishes and began to confide in me about his business and the trouble he was having with a group of local French business men who were trying to drive him out .
By this time he was worried about his 18 year old daughters safety whenever she went out in the evening so he introduced me to her and we agreed that when she went out I would accompany her in the background and ensure her safely back home , for which I was paid a bloody fortune .
One evening I was accompanying her back home, walking down a road to the sea where her apartment was when this French chap stopped us and asked if I was her boyfriend , she did the talking because my French wasn't that good, then he swung round and a fist caught me to the side of my head and I went down .
I saw him ride off on a moped , she was crying , I got to my feet and thought what have I got myself involved in ?
Next morning my boss wanted a full account of last nights activities so I told him . He was visibly distressed and left the room only to return a few minutes later and sat down. He then passed across the table top a small hand gun and said his daughter was the most precious thing too him and asked me to take it with me next time his daughter went out .
This changed things for me profoundly but the money was ridiculous so I agreed .
The gun was never loaded but I continued to 'mind' this girl for about a month until the harassment seemed to stop at which time I gave the gun back and the wife and me moved on
My missus knew what I was doing but not until years later did I tell her about the gun at which point she went mental with me
btw if you are wondering about me and the girl .............