Letters and aerogrammes were about the only way to communicate with family at home at the beginning of our years of moving. These are letters that I sent to my parents from Nepal and India in the 70's during our first post to Kathmandu. In one I tell about being in Delhi getting braces on my teeth ($300 total) and in another I was writing from Jammu in northern Pakistan, on our way up to Kashmir to stay in a houseboat in Srinagar. We had been to see the Golden Temple in Amritsar, and were headed for Kabul on a bus, my friend Donna and I along with our group of 26 (it says in the letter) on one of those overland tours on the hippie trail. We had time but no money, and managed to see so much of India and Pakistan, leaving our spouses to toil away at the Embassy to give us rupees to spend. Wish that trip were doable today, but the times they have a-changed. I am sure the houseboat that we stayed on sank a long time ago. This entry could take me so many directions, but I think going down memory lane is getting away from Brazzaville Days. My travel memoirs could be another blog.
Now everywhere you go in the world, everybody wants to be your Facebook friend, every cook, gardener and taxi driver has a couple of cellphones, and ...here is a picture of a maintenance man yakking while working on the pool, and a picture of the cellphone battery I am asked to bring back from the US. Son Mark traded the phone to a vendor for some souvenirs at Christmas and he saw me at the market today and asked for a new battery...this one, hope I can find it.
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Hi, my name Anna Wegner. I have enjoyed reading your blog. My husband and I are planning to move to the Congo to work with Dr. Harvey. Would it be OK if I put a link to your blog on my blog?
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