Thoughtful
In my absence,
TV Maldives sent
A film crew to capture
The Workshop at work.
To report to Penny,
Sick at Sosunge.
“The best thing about today”
Said Fazhula,
“Was the short eats.”
Suspense
Divehi TV News,
Every mention of ‘Workshop’,
Sends my camera into
Poised readiness.
Education Minister,
Now quickly recognised,
Speaking at some conference,
Suddenly mentions
“Penny Lumley”.
No-one to translate.
Await English News,
Mention of Workshops,
Run by Penny Lumley,
Ending and beginning
Today.
But no film in camera!
Infuriation
Tired, weary but relaxed,
At last able to anticipate
A good night’s sleep,
When remember
Musical alarm watch.
Hunt high and low
Without success but
Knowing, at 1.00am,
If it’s not been robbed,
It will make
It’s musical presence felt.
It did.
At 1.00am precisely.
Awakened by the muffled tones
Of Yankee Doodle Dandy.
Infuriation!
By the time
I was awake, up and hunting,
All indication of
It’s whereabouts,
Had disappeared.
Ring, Ring,
“Hang on!
I want to dictate this letter
To the Ambassador,” says
Sugary American voice
From behind me.
“It’s mostly concerned
With volunteers.
‘Dear….? What is it?
What do you call him?
Honorable Minister?
Dear Mr Minister?.......
‘I am honoured
That you would request
Assistance from the Peace Corp,
For the evidently important work,
Being carried out by your Ministry.
However, before I proceed,
I must obtain,
The agreement of the President.”
Recommence school visits before Workshop 2
Science lesson.
End of school day at JPS.
Nodding terms
Nodding terms,
Nodding agreements.
Three Sri Lankan Supervisors
Noddling their comments,
Nod right to left,
Then left to right.
But what do they mean?
Yes, no, no, yes?
Miss Tenacoon
My Sri Lankan colleague,
“Where do you want to go?”
“Well, come on,
Let’s go there then,
I know some people.”
President gayoom's Palace.
Moon
“The moon didn’t shine today.”
A twinkling of local
Understanding dawned.
House Name
Cauliflower.
HELP!
HELP!
There’s a non-clockwork rat
Scuttling across the marble floor
Of this vast hotel dining room
Housing twenty-two tables for four,
And me, alone,
HELP! Feet up, vibrate table
To pulsate intruder
In opposite direction.
Relief, a waiter appears.
Shriek out the situation!
“Oh, a little rat, just going for
A little walk, won’t hurt you,
Don’t be scared.”
“CHOKE! Suggest a cat.”
“Cat? Here? No.
Cats here don’t eat rats,
Not hungry, eat fish.
Don’t worry.”
Do I really feel like dinner?
Early Morning
It all happens before seven am
At Sosunge Guest House.
Seeing no-one in foyer,
Hearing music, seek life in garden.
Gardener awake, assuring me
That kitchen awake.
Find waiter Ali, corpse-like in sarong,
Crashed out on table top.
Breakfast belatedly, hastily.
Gardener knocks, announcing,
“Ford, Ford.”
Grab my bags, run to road.
Discover Ford gone.
No-one to help,
Grab phone, ignore Divehi,
Demand “Taxi, Sosunge, Now!”
Workshop one group.
Havsa’s Home
Mummy - one room.
Me, husband, one kid – one room.
Sister, husband, three kids – one room.
Sister,husband, two kids – one room.
Sister, husband, two kids – one room.
Brother (single), one kid – one room.
Store room. Kitchen. Dining Room.
Havsa, receptionist at Sosunge.
Builders at work.
Onion Soup
Idiot! For onion soup, in nearby hotel,
Brave second monsoon downpour
Since my arrival.
Paddle around corner in plastic shoes,
Nearly slip into hidden depths of
Lagoon in forsaken street.
Bones could be crushed by
Vehicles passing in the darkness.
Flesh eaten by voracious vermin.
Bones lifted by crows
When the water dries out, if
Plough and rake-sand machine
Hasn’t first found me,
Shell-shocked.
Workshop Hilarity
Hilarity hits Workshop unexpectedly,
Laughing at spectacle of bungling,
TV Newsmen stumbling in again,
Unannounced, to film, without request,
Same items on wall,
Meant to represent work of
Workshop 2 members,
Just arrived.
Stumble out again.
Laughter.
Back Again
Turn around from
Talking to teacher,
To find TV cameraman
Leaning over my shoulder
Taking close- up of game,
About to pick up.
Followed around the room
By zooming lens,
Till ignore it.
A while later, Gone.
No “Hello, goodbye,
I’d like to.”
Suspense, when will we
Be seen again!
Mohammed
Mohammed trailing
A loaded suitcase,
Like a dog
Reluctant to walk.
Awaiting Lamplighter.
Lamplighter
4.29 pm the lamplighter,
On his bike,
Clutching long metal pole,
Clicking on the tall lamps.
One by one,
Main streets light up.
6.00 pm Workshop members
Pick up their lamps,
And cycle home,
Along small, dark streets.
Throw Away Time
Evening cyclists
Skim the sea front,
Fling blood-filled
Plastic bags,
Into the waves,
And cycle off,
As plastic bags
Wash up onto shore.
Movement
Evening, male movement time.
Joggers in healthy clutches.
Young swim in lagoon.
Boys, clutching guns, march
To distant music of a band.
Mohammed
Our little Mohammed,
Fifteen years old, likes
Not only raucous pop music,
And Hindi movies,
He likes little boys,
And little girls.
He goes with little boys
And earns some money.
And then he goes
And spends it
On little girls.
Quarreling
“Haven’t heard
Anyone quarreling.”
“That’s because
There’s a law against it.”
But,
Did hear some boy say,
“Shut up.”
Houses in Male.
Accosted
Accosted by
A knee- high tot.
Unusually,
Not practising the habitual
Textbook English lesson.
“What?”
“Two rufia.”
“What?”
“Two rufia.”
“Why?”
“Chocolate.”
Oh,
Law against begging?
Floating and Sinking
Water transport topic
In Workshop 2. Anticipate
Floating and Sinking experiments.
“No, no ideas, no books.”
“So, how do young boat builders
Get their practical experience?”
“They don’t.”
“‘Sea Bird’,
Revolutionary design for
New UNICEF boat,
Launched into the harbour,
With no initial design?”
“Model trial.”
“Well?”
“It’s floating.”
Storm Bound
Bump into Dr Cecilia
At Sosunge Reception.
Waves swept,
Was storm bound
In an atoll.
Now husband awaits her
In Delhi,
Before she takes off
On WHO projects in
Khatmandu, Nepal and Burma.
Lost and Found
Been trying to contact
VSO Administrator.
By chance, in the process of
Getting lost and found,
Nearly crash into him!
Sorting wood for building, for cooking.
Headline News
Sandwiched between
Headline TV News –
‘Women’s Conference in Nairobi’,
And ‘Arrival of
Three Saudi Arabian Officials’,
Workshop News!
‘Today teachers from two schools
Began their Grade 3 Level studies.
The Workshop is organised by
Miss P… Perry..
L…Lu….Lovely.’
‘Lovely’ expires into laughter,
Turning to choke as
Watches next news film of
Three Saudi Arabian officials,
Arriving at the harbour.
When, from a sidelong glance,
Recognize the hook nose
And bulbous girth in
A long white frock,
Dozing indecorously
On my right in
Sosunge Guest House.
Ronald Reagan and
His bad financial growth,
Came a poor fourth!
Cinderella
Living out Cinderella Story,
When notice a boat
So named in the harbour.
After TV stardom and
Executive living,
Become a feature of life,
Decide, when Workshop ends,
To forget the expense and
Stay on at Sosunge Guest House
‘Till post-Independence,
(From Britain) Celebrations.
But a blow! At Sosunge,
Rooms all to be occupied by
Guests of the Government!
Will kick this Britisher out.
Cinderella no longer ‘Lovely’
Return to little old ‘Slumley’.
Family Vibrations
Call from home,
As anticipated, Sister.
Mrs Chandrasenah
My Sri Lankan colleague
Throughout the Workshop,
Announces,
“When we finish with ‘Weighing’,
I’ll take these shells.”
“No sorry, they’re borrowed
From English colleague’s friend.”
“Are you taking those shoes
Home with you?”
“Maybe, why?”
“They’ll fit my daughter.”
“Are you stopping over in Colombo?”
“Maybe, why?”
“You can take a parcel
For my daughter.”
Family Ride
Bike, best thing
To transport family.
One child standing,
Stiff as a board
On each pedal.
One on the saddle,
One on the crossbar and
One on the back.
Father pushes the bike.
Saudi Arabian Officials
Come to carry out preparations
For Maldivians Haj to Mecca.
Two sit in white frocks ,
In Sosunge garden,
Playing cards.
The third, dress
Whistling in the wind,
Watches the girls
Walk by.
Sosunge Guest House Entrance.
Overheard
Overheard at dinner,
“I can do anything
I fancy with my life now.
Don’t have to work but
I fancy getting a job with
Some international organisation,
FAO or Atom Nuclear Energy.”
Newspaper
Pick up the daily paper,
And on the front page,
Just happen to notice,
Alongside,
‘President Sends Greetings
To Women’s Conference’,
‘Third Suicide Car Bomb in Beirut’,
‘Teachers’Workshop
Is supervised by
An Official from British Council’.
Ronald Reagan relegated to Page 2.
Search for Divehi edition.
Seems it appeared a few days earlier,
Translation takes some time.
Sunshine Travel
All hotels of middle- repute
Report full bookings.
Sosunge remains annoyingly
Empty at Government request.
What to do?
Relax.
Wandering the shoreline,
Watching the waves,
Whisking wildly onto
The crossflow,
When accosted by
A certain Ibrahim,
On a bicycle.
“You looking for room?”
Well, fancy him knowing that!
Investigate Sunshine Travel
Office and rooms.
Tiny rooms, occupied by
Downtown wanderers,
At 33 rufia a night.
Well, if all else fails,
Now have number to ring.
Wonder how Report Writing
Will fare on red check mattress,
‘Neath infra-red light and
‘Soon to come’ fan?
Shower
Water cascading from the heavens,
As all dressed up, prepare to go to
JPS Slide Show. “Taxi, please.”
“He no come quickly.”
“Why not?”
“He go take bath.”
Slide Show
Transfixed in the darkness,
By sound of my voice,
Emitting the previous sentence,
Whilst I about to send forth
A second, to match next slide.
Growing accustomed
To talking to sixty plus mass,
Sitting silently in the darkness
Behind me.
G’od Timing
Started Slide Show at 6.30pm,
After the Call to Prayer
Had ended.
Luckily finished before 8.00pm,
When next Prayer began.
Call to Prayer
Ever increasingly familiar,
Call to Prayer rings out
Before Divehi News.
Five Prayer Times a day,
But only 2 times 15 minutes on TV.
A recitation of the Koran daily,
Chanted from Surah to Surah,
By imported video singer
From the Middle East,
Teaching Maldivians,
The right intonation.
6.15am
Arise, no fan, no electricity,
Phone ringing.
“Poor fools”, I thought,
“Don’t realise all asleep
At this time of day.”
Sudden thought,
“Maybe it’s for me.”
Fling on frock, in case.
Hammering on door,
Gardener, “Phone! Phone!”
“Hi, Australia.”
Return to Mecca
Saudi Arabian Officials notable
By their absence.
“Gone back to Mecca?” “No,
Gone to Bandos for drinking.”
Postcard- A Resort Island.
Postcard- Resort Beach.
Lazy Day
Lazy day spent relaxing
In a basket hammock,
Swinging from a palm tree,
Twixt green fronds,
Watching creeping crabs,
Exploring sand.
Spy Male in distance.
Postcard Resort Swing Seat.
Postcard Resort Typical View.
Jam Jam
A sweet tart,
Or a new arrival?
Jam Yung,
Engineer from Bhutan,
Sitting in bar of Palace Hotel,
As I arrive to eat.
Join for drink and natter.
Joined by Captain for
Yet another fizzy drink.
Most expensive bar
On island.
Walk home to Sosunge,
Plan sightseeing tomorrow,
New friendships, so nice.
In Focus
Cast eyes down into JPS playground,
Focus in amazement.
Now familiar TV camera man,
In action below, filming
Kids running up and down,
Down and up playground.
Relief, not us.
Sosunge at lunchtime,
Noisy arrival of newcomers,
Bearing TV cameras and sound gear,
From Sri Lanka.
Understood?
Sosunge reception.
Does the Sri Lankan
Understand or,
Is he questioning whether
He has made himself
Understood?
”Hello, Hello!”
Hailed by short, saronged man,
Barefoot at Sosunge gate.
Hauls papaya from bag and
Waves it. “Hello! Hello!”
Flying Off
A new arrival
Bit heavily into a
Betel nut sandwich and,
His two front teeth
Flew off.
Next day, he flew
To Singapore,
In search of a dentist.
Now Habitual
Turn around in Workshop,
And in doorway spy,
A camera crew.
Now habitual.
But,
Not familiar Maldivian crew,
But fellow guests from Sosunge,
Sri Lankan film crew,
Invited by Maldivian Government
To make a propaganda film,
Including teachers in training,
Now habitual.
Cows
Nostalgia for
A field of cows,
As find attentive teachers,
Focussed on my words
After short eats,
Enjoying betel nut chews.
In haste
British Council colleague
In haste.
“Must dash,
Off to a tea party,
At the Pakistan Embassy.”
Hairdresser
“Rashida, where is there
A ladies hairdresser?”
She thinks.
“I think there was one,
But now there isn’t one.”
“So how do you
Get your hair cut?”
“Oh, we do it ourselves.”
I think.
“Glad I’m only staying
For six weeks!
Faza’s House
Searching for home of
Jam Yung and Eilat.
Searching supposed street,
In vain.
In vain seek an English speaker.
In desperation cry,
“Faza, Faza, Faza.”
Ah, see a nodding response.
Schoolboy procured to lead me,
To Divehi-written door name,
Of casual bachelor pad.
Water filter in porcelain,
A prominent feature.
Tuition Centre
Searching for Sameen’s Tuition Centre,
Down dark side streets, skirting lagoons,
Small, dimly- lit palm leaf houses,
Industrial machines pounding in the darkness,
And no English guidance.
Nearly giving up hope when,
Hear a buzzing like bees,
And know a school is near.
In the darkness, an open doorway.
Walk into an ill-lit corridor,
Lined by brown-painted, half-wood walls,
Divided into small cubicles, each open to the others,
Each crammed with about twenty children.
One teacher, a blackboard, textbooks, exercise books,
Busy cramming repeat of ‘The Reign of Terror’.
The heat, the perfume of sweat and
The buzzing of voices quite overpowering.
Approximately two hundred children,
Aged from ten to fifteen,
Crammed into the Centre for two hours each day,
From 7.45 am till 8.30 pm, six shifts,
One thousand two hundred children each day,
Government sanctioned.
Women queue daily for a pot of fresh water.
Fresh water brought in huge tanks from the mainland.
Snap!
Beaming smile from returned,
Sri Lankan cameraman.
Been filming lovely islands.
Anxious, immediately,
To know my marital status.
He, a beaming, single, twenty-eight years.
Placed me about thirty-five.
Close.
Prayer Time
TV pm viewing,
The masses at Mecca,
Swirling around the Kaaba.
Quick news switch,
Live Aid, massed crowds in Wembley Stadium,
World famous pop groups singing.
Odd contrast.
Male Graveyard.
Captain’s Crew
Captain’s crew,
Speaking only Maldivian,
All kitted out in
New T-shirts bearing
Details of their ship’s name,
And ports of call.
How sweet.
Mother Hen looking after
His chicks.
The Greek Captain.
Lost
“Each year three hundred people
Are lost in The Maldive Islands.”
Quotes the Sri Lankan film producer.
“Drowning is never mentioned,
Just ‘lost’ as though, someday,
They’ll reappear.
Greatest loss, surfers and snorkelers.
The problem,
The mushroom formation of the coral,
Growing up from the seabed on a spindly leg,
With a widespread mushroom-like top.
The snorkeler investigates the reef above,
Finds the edge and dives down,
To have a peep at the hidden depths
Under the rim and is swept under,
Into the darkness beneath the island.
Lost.”
Sting Rays
Arrive at Kurumba Island,
All rush to the edge of the reef,
Where two sting rays are splashing.
Some, with snorkels,
Dive in to watch them.
Evening fishing in the harbour.
Typical evening view - man taking home meals for the following day.
Tuna and rice three times a day.
Crutch
Support for fish, strapped
To a lame man’s crutch.
Hang on till home.
Dinner time.
Fishing
Fishing from back of dhoni,
As head back to Male.
Long stretch of cat gut,
Wrapped around dhoni support,
Then tied to big toe.
Other end flung into the sea,
With hook and bait.
The toe waits expectantly,
Success!
Dhoni wreck, and dhoni 'taxis' anchored offshore awaiting return to Male.
The Stick Method
“Used the ‘Stick Method’ on my trip,
To the Southern Atolls”,
Announces VSO Officer.
Others nod and smile knowingly.
“What’s the ‘Stick Method’?”,
Asks ignorant I.
“You take a stick.
Dig a hole in the coral.
Squat over it and crap.
Then cover it up.
Even when you’re staying,
With the Island Chief.”
Air Cooled
Aboard Dhoni chugging
Air-cooled across
Indian Ocean,
Home to Male,
Not so different from
Speeding down M4
In air conditioned coach,
Back home to Wales.
Confinement
Women here continue to work
Until they have their labour pains.
Then they go home
To have their baby,
And one month’s rest.
Oops
Slip of tongue,
Suggest that next Workshop
Be for the Island Chiefs,
Rather than,
The Island Head Masters.
Closing Ceremony
Relaxed and easy speech,
Constant clapping as each
Teacher received certificate.
Ubiquitous TV Maldives cameraman,
Filming Lumley again.
Final TV Instalment
Foiled in final instalment
By editor of Divehi News pm.
Closing ceremony of Workshop.
Long view of Director of Health,
Making a speech,
Manik making a speech,
Endless teachers shyly coming
To collect their Workshop Certificates,
A faint flutter of fingers from
British Council Consultant,
Sitting at far end , well behind Mr Manik,
Speech not filmed, apparent in name only.
Whilst in translation, TV English News,
Our teacher presentations replaced by
Embroidery Workshop.
Independence day - Secondary boys.
Independence Day - Secondary girls.
Independence Day
Green, red and white flags flutter,
Against a midnight blue sky,
Welcoming 20th Anniversary
Of Maldivian Independence.
Backcloth to ladies in traditional costume,
Fitted long-sleeved tops with long skirts,
And small, dainty headdresses.
Men sweating in suits.
Old grannies dressed
In green or in red, lined up
In a mass, to form the flag.
Tiny tots dressed in green or red,
Mirror image of their grannies.
President Gayoom present,
No need of bodyguards,
Crowd around to protect him.
Converted school grounds,
Freshly whitewashed for
Celebrations.
Short eats stretch all around.
Independence Day - Colleague Hameed and I.
Heading home after Independence Day celebrations.
Rashida Calls
“I didn’t get to celebrations myself,
But saw you there on television.”
Still in focus!
Independence Day Memory
Chuckled away celebrations
With Cable and Wireless Rick.
A memory to treasure,
Young ‘fisherman’ ,
Who took more interest in
Drifting balloons than his’boat’.
Hopped around the territory
Collecting dead ones until,
Found a live one, and then,
Squabbles began.
VIPs in stitches whilst,
Little girls danced on.
Over the Edge
Leave swinging string seat,
Hanging near edge of shore
On Korrumba, and swim
Beyond dying coral edged in gold,
Out to blue, Deep, Deep, water,
Beyond the mountainside of island.
Panic! Rescued, calmed,
With companions return to Deep,
Relax, float like a hang glider.
Marvel at a New York
Ticker tape parade of
Psychedelic coloured
Shoals of small fish.
To think,
Back above the calm blue water,
This spectrum of colour existed,
Before paint of any description
Was ever invented.
Last day at Resort Island.
Lunch
Last lunch at Sosunge
Disturbed by influx of North Koreans
To join their Ambassador.
Plus, one toweringly large Arab,
In flowing desert robes,
Rustling past for
A piece of papya.
Ready
Ready to go,
Now no role to play,
But tourist sun seeker,
Ready to go.
Farewell to Sosunge favourites,
Havsa and Ahmet.
Manik and I awaiting boat to airport.
Farewell Male.
Final Day in the Maldives
Speed boat to Hulule airport.
Bags hauled away,
Plus ticket and passport.
Taken to relax over drinks ‘neath thatch,
Alongside greenery masking sand and
Sparkling blue water.
Time passes, familiar faces pass by,
Captain, Rick and Ibo,
Columbian engineer on last leg of
Three month round the world trip,
New York based,
Many Spanish connections,
Concern
“Manik, isn’t that girl from the Ministry
Taking a long time? “
“Probably talking to a friend.”
But she rushes in in diplomatic panic,
“Something wrong with visa!”
Manik off! Girl off!
I sit alone in agitated silence.
“Last call for Colombo”,
Agitate on main step as time passes.
Ever present TV Maldives,
Farewell to Korean Ambassador, ex Sosunge,
And Indian High Commission.
Manik rushes in bearing desired stamp,
Five minutes too late, plane has flown.
Promise from Air Lanka,
A confirmed flight tomorrow.
Manik depressed.
Dejected calls to Colombo,
Reorganises my schedule.
Worrying
Airport query re “What
Would happen if I lost
My Apex connection
To London tomorrow,
Who would be responsible?”
Reply, “No-one.”
Excuse Me
Later, walking seashore,
“Please could you tell me.
Exactly when it is
That you are leaving?”
Fulhu, cycling past, confused.
President’s Office
President’s Office calls me.
PPS highly irate to hear of my dilemma.
Ironically, was sorting out problem
For someone similarly held,
Bound for Australia.
“They may be independent
But they are not immune.
They have no right to hold
People against their pleasure!
Heads will roll.
It’s not your fault.
Can’t let this go on.”
Hulule A Day Later
At the airport,
Truth of yesterday,
Air Lanka’s prompt departure,
A need to clear the tarmac,
For the President himself,
Waiting on SIA jumbo.
Farwell Maldives
At last get the seating right,
Perfect view of Male atoll,
Ring of tiny islands,
Surrounded by pale turquoise lagoons,
Amidst the deep blue Indian Ocean.
Postcard of typical atoll view.
Columbo Airport
Four hours in transit,
Awaiting plane to London.
No problem with luggage,
But Maldives fish to deliver.
Wander outside, taxis, tourist offices,
Time to get informed at leisure,
When spy two familiar faces.
British Council Columbo link, and
That funny little drunken fat man.
Offload the fish, sad farewells.
Into transit lounge and find
Five familiar executives from Male.
‘Beyond the Fringe’ humour at bar,
Not opening till our aircraft takes off.
Shop refusing to accept rupees.
Cat strolling around.
Big-boned sun-pinked bodies,
Brightly coloured fashion clothes,
Dyed blonde hair, dagger red nails.
Companions boost deflated morale.
Aboard B.A. Flight
Companions a bulkhead away
Acknowledge my presence,
Invite me over the metal divide,
Into Executive Club sanctum.
Hostess noting my bare feet,
Swiftly issues executive blue socks.
“You don’t know what’s
Walked over this floor.”
She doesn’t know where
My feet have been walking.
A retired high level executive,
Smothers my arm with kisses,
Twixt whisky, wine, Drambuie,
Whilst enquiring after
My ‘special tour’ career.
Following my ‘no drinking’,
‘No smoking’, he comments,
“Are you a missionary?”
Clouds
Clouds over the Indian Ocean,
The Gulf,
Western Asia,
Europe,
Pierce the clouds,
To cold, grey, England.
Feeling of coming home,
To familiar tube across London,
Back home alone.
Culture Shock
Big-boned, fat, bulging bodies,
Lurid makeup,
Bleached blonde hair,
In way-out styles,
Individualised dressing and
Faces of races worldwide.
Dog droppings.
Fat cats.
The neighbours increasingly into
Animal Rights Posters.
‘Opening of the First
Hedgehog Hospital’.
Voices
Voices in my head said,
“You were there,
It isn’t a closed door.
Be Positive,
Great Personal Progress!”
Gifts from Male Workshop Participants
Turtle shell jewellery - from the teachers.
From Jaynee - my British Council Counterpart.
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For a clearer visual understanding of the Maldive Islands :
GOOGLE:
1. Free World Maps – Maldives
2. World Atlas – Map of Maldives Atolls
3. What is an Atoll?
4. Maldivian Language - Wikipedia
5. Adults Only Maldives Holidays – 2020
(1985 – Resort Islands were then very rudimentary by comparison)
6. Maldives Rubbish Island - 2020
7. 6.2.21 – The Guardian – ‘The Maldives Marketing and Public Relations Corporation is using virtual reality to showcase experiences such as beach yoga and snorkelling.’
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No numbering in this section. Annoyingly, discovered that Part 2, awaiting editing, had somehow been deleted! Fortunately, I had an earlier version.
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1985 - Belatedly rang a bell for me, for any of you? See My Book gifted a few years ago, the Highs and Lows of Life.
1985 - Also, Father had begun taping his Life Story.
It's now in the Llyfrgell Genedlaethol - National Library of Wales, awaiting digitization. (Thanks again for advice Steph and Brin.)
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Next Week - Maldives 1986 (Yes, the Education Department in Male thought the Workshops yielded positive results and they asked me to return!)
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For Art Lovers - http:www.naomielfredross.com/post/the-anxious-artist-creative-solutions-to-the-challenge-of-travel
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