Forty years ago this morning I woke up in the lower of two bunk beds in a ground floor apartment in Hong Kong. The apartment block has long been demolished, amusingly for the construction of a Ripley's Believe it or Not odditorium. A pretty good way for the childhood home of a fortean to go. I lay in bed and looked out of the window watching the dawn sun picking out the tiny junks around the island of Cheung Chau.
I was ten years old, and the fact that this particular morning was the dawning of a new decade was a big deal for me. The fact that then I had been alive in three different decades was a mind blower. Well I have now been alive in seven different decades, and the fact that there is a new decade before us full of opportunities and adventures is still a big deal.
The CFZ has come a long way in the past ten years, I wonder where we will be in ten years time...
Now for some hippy music to annoy Redfern
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In November Sahar Dimus, our guide on four CFZ Sumatra expeditions, died of liver failure leaving a widow Lucy and four Children. On the 2nd November, Dezyama D. Sangma, wife of our friend and colleague Dipu Marak, our collaborator on the 2010 Indian expedition died, leaving her grieving husband and two small children.
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I think actually that you would have to try a very great deal harder to annoy Mr Redfern, for he survived a car trip with me, in close proximity to not only a large number of Enya albums, but also "The Finest Arvest of the Wurzels" and seemed none the worse for the experience. Admittedly I did also have a small collection of bootleg punk in case an antidote were needed, but I still think you are underestimating the man's fortitude.
Never mind about being alive in seven decades; do you remember all seven?
I don't remember the fifties, but remember mostly from 1961 onwards, although 2001 is a little hazy..
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