Travel

In 1946 we all travelled from Buenos Aires to England on the Highland Chieftain, a passenger boat.

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For the winter holidays (December) we used to drive in my Granny's Hillman Minx up, via Venado Tuerto, to a place in the countryside in Cordoba.  We were each assigned out own horse, so we would spend all day riding about, sometimes alone.

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In the summer we would also drive down to Miramar, near Mar del Plata.  I remember gettingso sunburnt on my back that the skin became hard that it would come off in plates.  Never did me any permanent harm.  No Factor 50, then.

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In 1950 my sister Alison and I flew from BA to Santiago de Chile, as my parents had migrated there several months before.  I remember being frightened by a loose rivet on the wing outside my window.  The plane was four-engined Vickers Argonaut.  We took a 3 hour train ride to Vina del Mar, where we had a 3rd floor flat by the seaside.

In Chile we had a van, actually a small Austin A40 pick-up, with a canvas cover on the back.  We once took a long trip up north (1952), to La Serena.  At night we stopped by the side of the road, my parents and Alison sleeping in the back and me in the front.  We didn't even think of any danger from locals.

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After my parents and Alison moved up to Lima, leaving me at school in Santiago, I took a trip by plane up to Lima (1954).  It was a twin-engined Martin 4-0-4, and it took various stops along the way.  At one stop the pilot let me sit right behind him as he landed.

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