My dad finally lost his battle with cancer this morning, in some ways a mercifully short one as it was only discovered at the end of last year. I had the opportunity at least to go over to Sydney and see him twice in that time.
He had a long and fulfilling life. He worked hard, traveled widely, and had an open mind and outgoing nature, so I say Bon Voyage to him for his final journey... I love you, you tough old bugger... and thanks for reminding me, when you're alive, bloody well live it (not in words, just by example)
He loved his travel stories so will share one of his faves - He was traveling through Nepal some years back and heading off the beaten trails as he does. Up some mountainside he comes across a Buddhist Monastery that sees VERY few travelers due to their isolation. They are very hospitable, and kind of chuffed some-one 'dropped-in' so dad wanted to leave them something. Unfortunately he traveled VERY light and the only thing he could find (as they would not take money) was a Coffs Harbour Rotary Club banner. They accept it graciously (clearly, he is thinking at the time, just being polite).
Years later he is reading a travel column in a Sydney paper and the writer is telling his tale of the arduous journey through Nepal and making his way up some nameless mountain to discover this isolated monastery ... thinking he is the 1st westerner to do so... and when they take him to see their temple, hanging in pride of place is the only evidence of western influence - a bloody Coffs Harbour Rotary Club banner, which left him feeling quite deflated... Onya Dad!



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