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6th November 2004 London meeting

A bumper attendance for the November London
Globetrotter’s meeting, with not a chair, table or
bit of floor space left. The audience included Globies
from overseas including Brie Kelly from Colorado. The
crowds had come to hear Globies President Janet
Street-Porter’s talk on the Larapinta Trail that
starts from Alice Springs and the Bay of Fires walk in
Tasmania. Special mention due to Paul Robert’s who
burned the midnight oil to scan Janet’s photos so
that we could see them digitally. Janet did this 8 day
-walk with a group and they were supported by a vehicle
carrying their camping, cooking and other equipment, which
left them free to enjoy the scenery and swat flies. We saw
Janet in a full nylon head net to stop these annoying
critters and later she explained a new use for toilet roll
to stop the flies entering every orifice! It was all worth
it for the great Aussie scenery, the reds and pinks of the
rocks and greenery you wouldn’t normally think
exists. The Bay of Fires walk in Tasmania is mainly on
sand and again we saw some great pictures of her walk.
Janet added on some pictures of a walk she recently did
near Christchurch in New Zealand, where she stayed in some
quirky buildings, one of which enjoyed an outdoor bathtub,
where the water was heated by lighting a fire under the
tub! The forty minutes went way too fast as we listened to
Janet’s commentary.

After the break it was over to Christian Tyler who
gave us another interesting talk this time on the "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taklamakan">Taklamakan
Desert and Xinjiang Province in China. His five-week
trip began in Dunhuang, famous for its cave paintings.
Christian’s group travelled in the ubiquitous Toyota
Landcruiser and trekked by camel, supported by a Chinese
army lorry. Christian’s journey took him to Miran
and to abandoned cities in the desert. Some of these towns
have been dug out of their sand tombs, we saw parts of
wooden structures which had once been homes and shops.
Christian explained that the cities had been abandoned as
the underground rivers had either dried up or changed
course. We saw other examples such as forests that were
now just tree trunks. Christian’s talk gave us a
rare insight to an area well off the beaten track.

Mark your diary for forthcoming meetings:

Sat. 4 December

Amar Grover - North Pakistan - Kailash Valleys of Chitral
to Gilgit via Shandur Pass

Matthew Leeming -Afghanistan OR Iraqi Marsh Arabs

Sat. 8th January - Four Mini-talks and New Year Party

London meetings are held at The Church of Scotland,
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at 2.30pm the first Saturday of each month. There is no
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Meetings are held on the third Friday of January,
March, May, September and November. Usually at the
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downtown Toronto at 8.00 p.m.

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Our friend Antonio Macedo phoned and invited us to a
special night out in Cruzeiro do Sul in The State of Acre
(the back of beyond in Brazil). He wanted to
introduce us to 'Daime', a very Amazonian drink
that would awaken our minds, or did he mean blow our
minds?

We were taken to a small clearing at the edge of Cruzeiro
to a big wooden building. Inside was a large wooden
table with benches either side on which twenty or so
people could sit round. The decorations reminded me
of a small Catholic Church, with its figurines of saints
and lit candles. The congregation consisted of a few
rubber tappers and a complete cross section of the people
of the town, in both position and money. The town
people and Brazilians generally call this drug
“Santo Daime” and mix it into a sort of
semi-religious, Catholic ceremony.

The Yawanawa tribe, on the other hand, think religion is
nothing to do with Daime, but that it a necessity for the
tribe to take it once a month too clarify the mind and get
their heads together for the coming weeks. Daime is
not banned in Brazil for it is a drug of a very different
nature with a very special effect.

A plant that grows in the ground is mixed with a creeper
that falls from a tree, thus the symbolism of the drug is
that it is the sky mixed with the earth. We filed
into this large hut and sat around the central
table. The candles were lit around us and we were
introduced as visitors who were about to go into the
forest to visit the Yawanawa tribe. First Antonio
spoke to the people about having great care in
demonstrating against the Governor, as there was no point
in upsetting him too much or many more would end up in
prison, or worse, rather than solve any problems it would
just add to them (another story for another time).

The ceremony proper then commenced with a general prayer
for God to help them in these perilous times and then we
rose and formed a queue as if going to communion.
The Daime was poured out of bottles and each of us had a
glass given to us and then made our way back to our
seats. The drug started to take effect. We had
been warned what to expect but we thought it all slightly
ridiculous..

There was silence after we sat down and started to wait
for Daime to take effect, the sight and smell of the
flickering candles, the only light there was to see around
this strange church like place. A few people were
sick. This seemed an unusual start to what I had
been assured was a great experience! I had been
slightly unwell during the day and thought I was going to
have bad case of the trots and this seemed to be the last
thing I needed!

Daime has two effects and one reason it is not on the
banned list is that it is remarkably good for any sort of
stomach disorder. That was the good news, but the
bad news was that while it cured my problem quickly, it
also at the same time stopped me from enjoying the Daime
in the way that I was expecting; and the real reason that
Adam Baines and I were taking Daime this night.

Still, I had more opportunity to observe the others and
see their reactions to the drug. Amazingly, it
seemed that after being sick outside on the grass, people
tended to have another dose of Daime and on being sat down
again, this time it took hold. Thoughts seem to
whirl around in time and space with all your life with
its, good, bad, family, friends, work and pleasures in a
maelstrom in which confusion you seem to be about to be
engulfed. Over the next hour the confusion lessens
and gradually you start to find that everything is falling
into place and you become aware of what exactly you should
do, to get your life in order.

At any moment during this time, you can open your eyes and
feel completely free of the Daime but as soon as you close
them you’re back sorting out the files in your
head. Finally the drug clears the system after a
total of about an hour and a half. The so called
congregation sitting quietly outside, enjoying complete
clarity of mind and thought, contemplating under a
magnificent starry sky, in the tropical warmth, with the
singing of the ‘cigarras’ intermingling with
the croaking of the frogs. Everyone, whether Indians
or locals, thought it extremely important to take Daime so
as to get one’s life in order at least once every
six weeks. All believed that it made men and women
take control of their lives and less likely to have
breakdowns or behave in an anti social manner. The
next day I was able, with my stomach now fully recovered,
to observe without too much of a sickening feeling, the
roaches crawling on the ceiling above the frying pan that
was cooking my breakfast!

Back in January 2004 Martin Wright, one the club’s
most sociable regulars at the London Meetings, royally
entertained a packed Crown Court with tales of his
marathon cycle ride to Australia! Many in that audience
will remember his great photos, distinctive narrative
style and his thirst for adventure. Well Martin is at it
again – this time he’s go back to the land
down under to ‘pick up his bike and have a look
round’. I think too many cold winter nights provided
the motivation to get back on the road! This is the third
in an occasional series, based on Martin’s emails,
and charts his offbeat approach to the road ahead.

14 September: “Hello everybody…
far as I remember the last time I wrote was way back in
Exmouth some weeks ago. Quite a lot has happened in
that time and I will try to recount some of the moments.

On leaving Exmouth I had a shocking headwind for two days
which made me wonder why I left and why I do this sort of
thing. Somebody suggested I must be a 'bloody
stupid pommie masochist'. No prizes for guessing
it was an Australian ! The distances between towns
were now as much as 600 kms with a couple of roadhouses in
between, which were very convenient in that I could buy
supplies and have a shower but the prices were pretty
bloody steep and things like bread and milk were usually
out of date ! Even Mrs Mac's famous beef pies
had usually been warmed through for the 10th time and as a
result were almost inedible… One of the
roadhouses wanted to charge me $19 for a camping spot on
solid ground with no shade - I asked for a discount and
was told 'if you don't like it you can xxxx
off.' I did xxxx off and about 10kms along I
found a very nice spot in the bush for free at which I was
later joined by a French family who served me tea made
with tea leaves from a teapot. Fantastic !!

Bumped into a few interesting people on the way and was
almost bumped into by road-train drivers and some of the
less capable caravaners. Throughout the state of
Western Australia the government set up many rest areas
some of which are for overnight stays - they vary in
standard and size. Some you can camp a long way from
the road so the noise from the passing road trains is
minimal. Some are situated next to rivers which can
be good for fishing or swimming but some have crocodiles
in so it is advisable not to swim in these unless you are
a tour bus driver and trying to impress the females on
your tour… Many times I was fed and watered by the
caravaners who are obviously very good drivers - sometimes
the meals produced were quite amazing. At one stop I
was given a starter, main course and a sweet. Beer
and wine was also consumed, after I had arrived thinking I
would be eating three day old sandwiches and
noodles. In Broome I stayed at the Roebuck caravan
park and met an English couple who fed me. I was on
a mission here to fatten myself up and ate almost non stop
for two days - it was a mistake as it made me feel very
sick. Further on I met an English hippie called
Jupiter who really was from another planet.

I was a little behind time so I had a few big cycling days
ahead of me in order to get to Darwin and renew my
visa. The ride from Broome to Derby was very hot but
allowed me my first sighting of the Baobob tree in various
shapes and sizes. The older ones having a huge girth
were used by the early settlers or police to imprison the
Aboriginals in the hollowed out tree trunks. Also
hundreds of thousands of termite mounds abounded, some of
which are thought to be over two hundred years old.
Quite a few termites in each mound I reckon… The
ride from Derby to Fitzroy Crossing, Halls Creek and on to
Kununurra was very spectacular. As I was in a hurry
I had no time to go visiting some of the famous sites of
the Kimberleys - Gibb river road, horizontal
waterfall, Geikie gorge, Bungle Bungles, Wolf creek
crater. Maybe I will come back some day and purchase
a four wheel drive vehicle…

The ride across to Katherine was also very good…
was lucky now as I had a tailwind which made cycling very
easy. I met six cyclists in two days: a German named
Pierre?, an Australian named Ricky and an American named
Rob who also camped overnight at the 62 mile camp rest
area. I was quite jealous of him as he is riding a
bike which I have dreamed of having for sometime - my next
bike will be the same. Next day I met three more
cyclists. A man & a woman on a tandem and soon after I
met Gary who was riding his recumbent cycle. Rode on
to Katherine where I had time for a rest day and again fed
myself very well and drank a lot of beer. A hot
spring ran alongside the Victoria river behind the caravan
park… very nice place to relax for a while.

The ride from Katherine to Darwin was with a tail wind so
I cruised along quite nicely to within 8 kms of the city
centre where I found a caravan park in which to pitch my
tent for a few days. I have since renewed my
visa so I can stay for another six months which is plenty
of time for me to cycle down to Sydney. A little
fattening up here then I will be on my way…

15 October: “Hi all ! Have made
it as far as Mount Isa in the police state of
Queensland. Intended to stay just a couple of days
although have now been here for four nights and still not
ready to leave. I am staying at a place called,
'tourist haven', which is a backpacker’s
hostel and sleeping in a bed for the first time since
Perth, about three months ago, was an absolute
delight. I had forgotten just how soft and
comfortable a mattress can be ! No hard ground, no
stones piercing through my sleeping mat, no ants finding
their way into my food bag & sleeping bag ! No
bugs flying into my tent due to the fact that it can no
longer be zipped closed due to a buggered zipper !
Actually the tent is in need of replacing more due to the
struggle to get out when I wake up for a pee in the middle
of the night. This has resulted in my falling onto
the poles and snapping three of them… also fallen
onto the tent when returning to the tent after being
forced to drink too much beer!

The road from Darwin to Tennant Creek I had travelled two
years previously. From Tennant, I road
back to a roadhouse called Threeways, across the Berkley
highway to Camooweal and on to Mount Isa. Only one
roadhouse before Camooweal and a few rest areas with water
tanks so I had to carry a lot of food. I met Shirley
once again - she is the 72 year old woman who makes me tea
all the time and talks at you constantly, often repeating
herself! I feel like a verbal punch bag. She
often drove behind me on the road for a few kilometres,
protecting me she said from the vehicles driving at a high
speed. I had to pull over and make her drive on and
I was glad to reach Camooweal where I was able to escape
her by staying in a caravan park, while she camped down by
a river. In Mount Isa I was in the presence of true
greatness - his name, Heinz Stuck, who had been cycling
since 1963 and visited every country in the world.
Overall he’s cycled 500,000 kms and is now age 64
and still going strong ! We drank a lot of beer
together and got very, very drunk…

22 October: “Hi all. Since
writing from MountIsa I have had a torrid time. It
was hard to leave, not because it was a town of beauty or
interest - it is a mining town with very little to offer
apart from a good salary if you work at the mine. It
was hard to leave because I would be leaving my very
comfortable bed with the thick, soft mattress. Now
it was back to my tent with the broken zips, holes in the
fly sheet & inner and holes in the ground sheet.
The ride from MountIsa to Cloncurry was a mere 120kms but
it was the hardest days riding I have had to date…
It was bloody hot; 42c ! I had a headwind which kept
my average speed at around 16kph, so it was a long day in
the saddle. My water tasted terrible when cold and
even worse when warmed by the sun. On arrival in
Cloncurry I bought 2 litres of full fat milk which was
drunk in very quick time… of course made me feel
very sick. At the caravan park, after putting up the
tent, it was straight into my sleeping bag and I slept for
twelve hours.

Had a rest day before cycling onto Mckinlay, site of the
Walkabout Creek Hotel, made famous in the Crocodile Dundee
movies. This is a town of about 12 people and one
bloody great big Goanna which seems to have the freedom to
walk up & down the main street as it takes care of the
snakes in the area. It frightened the living
daylights out of me ! Next day was a short
ride to Kynuna… to here is the site of the
Billabong made famous in the Waltzing Matilda yarn by A.B.
Paterson. There’s also a famous pub in town
called, the Blue Heeler Hotel. A bloody good pub,
with many items of clothing hanging from the ceiling and
walls left by people travelling through town. Next
up a very big ride followed all the way to Winton…167
kms of the most tedious landscape in Australia. The
road from one horizon to another seemed exactly the same
and as the morning ride was into a headwind, I thought I
would be riding well into the evening.

Luckily the wind changed after a short lunch break and the
afternoon ride was almost effortless. Winton is an
interesting little town and the population has been
increased due to a film crew in the area about to make a
film. I found good food here and a pub which sells
Guinness so I will partake of a few pints this very
evening…

In a forest. In a bee suit. In the middle of
Tanzania. 100 miles away from Mikindani. With Tony
Herbert’s reputation. Most contrapuntal by
anyone’s standards but after spending five days with
our beekeeping mentor we knew better than to be surprised
by such a situation. Our quest to obtain two stocks of
bees had started on Tony’s arrival on the Saturday
but this particular episode had begun at 5am that very
morning.

The objective of our trip to Masasi, a settlement known
for its history of beekeeping, was to purchase two hives
and colonies of bees to get the apiary up and flying. With
six of us packed tightly into the Land Rover we set off
West with the sun on our backs basking in the ever more
magnificent African sunrise. After breakfast at Mnazi
Mmoja (literally translates as “coconut one”
but why, no one seems to know) we reached the Regional
Resources Office in Masasi at about half past ten
following another particularly bruising journey on the
roads of Tanzania. After being promised a meeting with the
regional beekeeping liaison you can imagine our surprise
to find out he had left the office not more than half an
hour prior to our arrival. Needless to say, his phone was
either turned off or more likely, out of signal. Had our
quest for the holy pair of hives been scuppered by the
absence of one man?!

Despite this set back, we were offered a glimmer of light
at the end of the tunnel by a man named Rodney, the
temporary liaison for Natural Sciences in the Masasi
district. He knew of a small village called Lipupu, around
50 miles beyond Masasi that was notorious for its
beekeeping activities. It was a long shot but with Tony on
board we knew that anything was possible and so the
decision was made to press on.

Sure enough, faith has its rewards. We found it without
any problems and were pointed straight towards the village
beekeeper’s house, signified by the array of unused
bee hives and interesting looking logs suspended outside
his house. One problem… occupant was nowhere to be
seen. We were ushered in to the woods by a group of locals
keen to show us the hives kept by the owner of the
intriguing house and were promised that he was not too far
away and that he only left about half an hour ago. Despite
being sure that we had heard those words before that day
we set off in to the middle of nowhere to investigate the
bees that we had been promised. We could not believe our
luck when the owner of the hives appeared from within the
bush and after many furrowed brows, tense looks and
careful negotiation we purchased our two colonies of Apis
Mellifera Scutellata, the African honey bee, to be
complemented by a further two log hives worth of sting
less bees. After all the setbacks of the day we felt we
has earned our luck in finding this beecon (sic.) of
beekeeping in an otherwise uninhabited part of Tanzania.
So, as we set of widdershins, driving in to the rain,
spirits were through the roof. The smile on
Tony’s face produced by this accomplishment never
disappeared for the rest his stay and it really was the
culmination of a tiring but wonderfully productive and
enjoyable week. For this we will be eternally grateful for
the hard work and never ending enthusiasm of one man.
Thank you Tony.

My name is Stanley Mataichi Sagara. My Christian
name was given to me by my first grade teacher who was
probably from the Midwest and had never had an experience
with Orientals. Apparently my Japanese name was too
hard to remember for roll call so all the Japanese
children in my class were given Christian names which we
carried through out our lives.

Having been born in August I have just turned 81. I
have visited 66 countries, however some of these countries
are no longer separate, such as Macau or Hong Kong.
Likewise Taiwan may revert back to China in the near
future.

Some of my foreign travels were while I was on military
duty and some were when I was on eye care missions with
Volunteer Optometric Services to Humanity (VOSH), and the
balance were when I took tours to these countries.
Several trips have been repeats. I still consider
Japan as my favourite country, the birthplace of my father
and mother. I still have a number of third cousins
in Japan as I have second cousins in Brazil. My
second choice would be Austria, where I was when WWII
ended.

I was in D Company, 506th Pcht Rgt, 10lst Airborne
Division. When the war ended eight Japanese-American
paratroopers were transferred to the 82nd AB Division
because the l0lst was scheduled to go to the Pacific
Theater to help defeat Japan. Due to our race we
were assigned to Europe, hover about 6000 Japanese
American GIs were assigned to various units in the Pacific
War as Interpreters-Translators. Each was assigned two big
Caucasian GIs as body guards who accompanied them
everywhere (even to the latrine) so they would not be
mistaken for an infiltrated Japanese soldier.

I would very much like to visit Scandinavia, I have only
been to Denmark so far. I have been to Copenhagen and
Helsinki on several occasions but only in transit.

My special travel equipment is a nylon bath cloth made in
Japan. It is helpful to remove dead skin and helpful
to scrub my back. ($6.00). In my travels I try to keep my
carry on suitcase under 28 pounds which I send as checked
baggage. In addition I carry a shoulder bag which
can be converted to a small back pack where I carry my
shaving kit and other items that I need at my first hotel,
in case my checked bag goes astray. In this way I do not
need to access my checked bag for three days if
necessary. I actually weigh my packed bag and may
remove some items if the bag is too heavy. I try not to
take any item again if I did not use it on my trip, except
clothing to suit the difference in expected weather
conditions. I also live out of my packed suitcase for a
week prior to leaving for the trip so that I do not forget
some important item or if I think I can do without an
item, it is left at home. If you cant carry your own bag,
its too heavy, Better repack! I do not take whole
tour books, only those pages that are pertinent. I like
maps and take good ones which are helpful to help write my
travel journals. A small compass is very helpful,
especially at night or in such places as subways.

The longest travel trip I have taken was for 38 days,
which is about the most I want to take. They say
“When you start to look like your picture in your
passport, its time to go home! Australia had many
surprises for me. I knew it was a big country and that we
would only see a portions of it but a lot of country is a
desert. I did get cleaned out of my essential
possessions while in Oaxaca, Mexico. As it usually is, I
have to blame myself. I kept everything in my shoulder bag
which I set down on the floor while I paid for my parking
fee at a public garage. Less than a minute was all it
took. No one saw anything, so they told me.

I have trapped pickpocket’s hands in my pockets,
once in Sao Paulo, Brazil and again in San Miguel de
Allende, GTO, Mexico. I learned that its better to chalk
it up to experience rather than involve the police. They
can tie you up for hours taking statements, by someone who
is not fluent in English and they may want the money or
article involved as evidence, which you will probably
never see again since you will be moving on in a day or
so.

While visiting in Korea I purchased several bargain priced
sneakers which were irregulars or factory over runs. They
were about two or three dollars a pair. I gave the
salesman a US ten dollar bill and waited for my change. He
asked me how I was fixed for sport socks and placed a
bundle (probably 10 pairs) on the counter. I said
I’m OK and still waited for my change. He puts
another bundle of sport socks on the counter, still no
change. I hesitate, he places a third bundle on the
counter. I think he is not going to let that US ten get
away from him. It became amusing to me the way it was
turning our, when I should have been angry at the
salesman. I finally took the several bundle of sports
socks, the salesman kept my US ten and I have still a good
supply of Korean sport socks (one size fits all).

As an American of Japanese decent we were not permitted to
enter the US military service. In fact the ones who were
in the service were given early discharges, except the few
that fell through the cracks.

Later when the all Japanese-American Regimental Combat
Team was formed we were permitted to volunteer to join. I
was attending college at the time and was later drafted at
Ft Leavenworth, KS. I was given the Japanese language test
(we all took the test) but I did not pass so I went to
Infantry basic training in CampShelby, Hattiesburg,
Mississippi. On my first pass to Hattiesburg I got off the
bus and had to use the restroom. I only saw signs for
BLACKS ONLY and WHITES ONLY but nothing in between. My
first experience in the segregated south. I used the
toilet in the local USO which had no colour bar.

Upon finishing basic training I volunteered for the
Paratroopers, mainly because I could double my pay (Jump
Pay was $50.00) My parents and younger siblings were in a
government operated concentration camp near Cody, Wyoming
with any income so I was sending them part of my pay check
each month. They could purchase some items in the camp
canteen or order from the catalogue sales or ask their
friends to do the shopping for them outside the camp.

After the war I transferred over to the newly formed US
Air force and completed my 20 years of military service. I
joined the Lions Club soon after I retired and one of the
projects we had was collecting donated eye glasses. No one
could tell me what happened to the eye glasses after we
collected them.

I later discovered that the Volunteer Optometric Services
to Humanity (VOSH) a group of eye doctors and lay
personnel actually go on eye care missions to third world
countries to examine patients and give out recycled eye
glasses, at no cost. I have been on some 16 eye care
missions to some very interesting places, such as India,
Thailand, Ecuador, Peru, Paraguay, Bulgaria, Ukraine,
Russia, Guatemala, Honduras, Mexico and many other
countries.

I must point out that we do pay our own way but sometimes
we get reduced air fare or our sponsoring organization may
take care of food and lodging. On each trip we have the
option of taking a side trip to visit some interesting
places.

I also joined Friendship Force International, an
organization started by Pres Jimmy Carter. There are clubs
all over the world. We visit other club members as a group
and they in turn visit other clubs around the world by
mutual agreement. Usually a week of hosted family visits.
I went with the club to Russia for three weeks and on
another trip I went to Freiberg, Germany in the Black
Forest and to Oltzysn, Poland where we met some very nice
people who really like Americans.

Apparently I do not have a face that people think of as
typical American. Although I tell them I’m from
America they still question my origin so to make it
uncomplicated I just tell them “Mongolia”
which satisfies their curiosity. There is more to this
story, but this will have to do for now. Maybe later
I’ll think up some more things about my travels.
Stanley Mataichi Sagara (the Mongolian).

Footnote by Mac: The ‘Arab’ in the picture is
Stanley Sagara. He brought the Arab outfit in Tangiers and
it is genuine although I think it is Palestine rather than
Moroccan garb Another friend William “Mike”
Westfall took the picture and put in the caption. It was
taken at our small AFRH-W Halloween Party. We do not dress
like that every day (I do but not the others!)

If you would like to contact Stanley, he is happy to
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