Off the map going to Stockholm and Oskarsham

The dark line was in 1962. The cross hatch line was a buying trip my wife and I took in 1984. We were working for Elegance International selling jewelry.

Spent Easter in Tunsia, Saw the Mosque of the Barber.

Went off the map to Istanbul

We landed in England. Went to Haragate to see Marvin Crocker who was in the Army at a listening post . Saw the street of the Alchemists, took the train south. We ate a great Imdian Curry meal with Mr Mortensen our history teacher who happened to be in England teaching at a girls school. Crossed at Calsis to France and then hitched (NO TRAFFIC) to the invasion besches where we saw a lot of crosses with the names of a lot of 18 year old American men who died in WWII. Saw the port which was made in three days for the invasion supply boats to use to off load food and bullets for the hedgerow warfare. The whole thing made me very melancholy and I remember thinking about the Nazi Atrocity Tent at the Kansas Free Fair. Is this an impressive looking island. It is Mont San Michel off the coast of France. It has a road leading out to it and when the tide is in the water is right at the roads edge. From here we went to Carracone in the south and took a train to Spain.		Ron M., R.J. and myself started off first to Kansas City and then got a drive through car to New Brunswick. I dropped them off in New York and drove the car to the drop off garage and took a bus back to new York.We slept on the subway and at Union Station for three nights until we could get aboard the Cunard Ship. We paid something like $500.00 dollars round trip to London and back. We went on Cunard Lines. New York to Halifax and then to England. On the way back it left from England and made a stop on the French pennisula before going back to the U.S.A. We missed the first departure and were going up the gangplank as the ropes were being untied.
STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION   -actually trying to remember what I did do for four months		I'm pretty sure that this church is one from my ancestors in Sweden.

		I got a ride with a woman from Perugia to Rome. I had stayed in Perugia with the editor and writer for a Communist newspaper. Stayed up half the night while he tried to explain how Communism is a better economic plan. It has taken 50 years and I think now I sorta understandit a little.   The woman was driving a new stationwagon with a big dog in the back and three shotguns. They looked to be brand new. She had been out hunting. She stopped to show me the Apian Way where it crossed the new highway and also a Hittite Arena. Her husband was Lucky Lucanio. Yea I know it was a lie., but I believed her enough that I did not go home with her. Years later I met a Swedish writer who tracked Lucky down and got an interview with him. She did describe the woman I rode to Rome with.
Turkey was a real trip. It is truely the gateway to the east. The smells, the language, the thought patterns all seem to change in Istanbul. A lot of men had shoes that were spit shined so they would almost glow in the dark. The shoes were tied with laces and then the back heel part of the shoe had been cut off right above the sole so they functioned like sandels.	Saw a lot of them outside the Blue Mosque sitting on the steps. You were to remove your shoes and leave them outside. I set my motor cycle boots in the middle of the shoes and pushed the door open. Inside it was magnificent. There was a wall that the women sat behind separate them from the men. The Men were in the main area which was covered with carpets of hugh size. The call to prayer was being sung by a guy in an elevated lecten. There must have been about a hundred men and only a few women. It was the middle of the afternoon. I stayed to the right of the entrance and listened to "The call to the heart" which fifty years later I got to hear sung in a mosque on South Prospect in Kansas City by a man named Saladin. By then I had learned to turn down the mind and listen with the center of my body.	We slept on a roof top where a lot of drugs were being consumed. We were there for several days. Had to find a place to put our packs as the clientel at the rooftop were a bit unsavory. We spent days wandering through the covered bazaars watching brass beng formed and wood carving, weaving and also saw the street of prostitues where we were told that many of the women were sold by their families into this situation. Each client serviced represented a chip which would go towards the eventuall release of the indentured sex slave. Also heard about how Anaturk stopped the wearing of the Fez. He chopped off the heads of those wearing the Fez and put them on a pole on the outside of the city. We took a train directly to the West to the border with Greece and started hitching to Thessolonika.
		In Greece we got off and went to Just out side of the town a guy in a jeep stopped and got out and dropped down on us with a machine gun. He was the Policita. He asked if we wer gangesters or Cowboys (he could see the American flags sewed on our back backs. I was wearing motorcycoe boots and so I pointed to them and said Cowboys. He smiled put away the machine gun and offered us cigarettes. A big 18 wheel truck came over the hill and he stepped out in front of it and told the driver to take us to Patras. and then to Patras.	From Patras we went to Athens stayed in a Youth Hostel where I became the fast friend of an Australian guy when I answered his question Who was the fastest gun in the west. John Wesley Hardin. How I knew that I don't know. Took a boat to Hios a small island off the coast of Turkey where I bought a prayer lamp and the guy I purchased it from insisted on paying for our room for three nights. Took a very small boat to Ismir where we went through cusotms without opening our packs because a kid whose father was a diplomat took us through. I got a peek at his fathers suitcase which appeared to be all money. Maybe we were eye dressing for the customs guards. A guy with three young men two from the USA and his son would not be envolved in smuggling.