A bit of a quiz. These are places that I’m going to be thinking about as I reflect on my 60 year journey through life. What have they got in common?
London, Caen (France), Tehran and Isfahan (Iran), Istanbul (Turkey), Karachi and Islamabad (Pakistan), Athens and Thessaloniki (Greece), Paris, Pune, New Delhi, Madras, Calcutta, Bhopal (India), Dhaka (Bangladesh), Kathmandu (Nepal) Vienna (Austria), Warsaw and Wroclaw (Poland), Budapest and Lake Balaton (Hungary), Luton, Letchworth, Crewe, Stoke-on-Trent.
Answer: These are all places I’ve lived and worked for at least a few months. Doesn’t include where I was born and grew up (Southend and Manchester) or many short trips – holidays and working, both in UK and much further.
I don’t really like my own photos, but to make this blog interesting I might have to include a few. So here’s starting with Isfahan in Iran, 1977, where I was the nanny for an American family. This is pre-Islamic revolution and believe it or not those were actually my disco days and when I learned all about drinking vodka and coke.