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A PERIOD OF CONSOLIDATION For the incoming Board of Governors, the coming year will be one - a strengthening of the F.C.C.'s position as the most relaxed social gathering point in Hong Kong and of building up the Club as the premier forum for speeches and entertainment. We have a hard act to follow. Hu Van Es and those who served with him on the 1982183 Board did a tremendous job in steering the Club through the minefield of teething problems at our new pr,emises. They, of course, had the aid of our indefatigable manager, Heinz Grabner. and the patience and support of all members. It is this support on which the new Board must rely during its

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tenure in office. Take a look at the Club's new membership book which is now being printed. We have, without argument, the greatest cross-section of people on any club membership list in Hong Kong. lt's safe to say that from any field - the media, banking, business, government, police. .. you name it - we have a representative as a member of the F.C.C. So when a member learns of a speaker or entertainer - local or a visitor - always think of whether that person would "go over well at the F.C.C." Give your ideas to the new Entertainment and Professional Committees. We all enjoyed such great lunches and dinners over the past

few months. Let us all enjoy more.

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Some members have used their initiative to put together an F.C.C. golf section, a great idea for those who are otherwise restricted to access to golf facilities. We have a successful bridge section in operation; we also had a (albeit trouble-plagued) tennis tournament - that we have hope can be improved this year by, say, hiring the Jubilee Sports Centre courts for an all day affair or something like that. These are the sort of ideas we need and which, I hope, we can encourage to benefit all members of the F.C.C.

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We have, of course, one of the finest watering holes in the

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our ground floor bar and our super restaurant on the first floor. The pool/snooker/dice tables function well in the lower section, along with the

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I would hope we can build up our library facilities over the next few months, although we are restricted by space limitations. Again your new Board would welcome any professional advice or assistance from members who have had experience in such fields. Our lease on No. 2 Lower Albert Road, runs for another four years. The representatives of our landlady (the lease says it is Her Majesty Oueen Elizabeth ll "hereinafter called the landlord") are hopeful it can be extended. So are we! But in this day of electronic road pricing schemes, old plans for road widenings and flyovers could be dusted off to the detriment of the

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Let us, therefore, use our time wisely to consolidate the Club's position as an integral part of Hong Kong society, which must be preserved whatever the cost' Michael Keats

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THE SAGA OF THE SIDHARTA

in harbour drama Linden. They were anxious to cir-

We were determined not to let a team of visiting reporters steal a march on us on our own front door. The origin of the plot to beat the pack in the race to the Linden was

vors.

Then, out of the dawn, came a Hong Kong Yaumati Ferry carrying a waterborne commando of 90 ciack West German and Hong Kong news

devastating in its simplicity. Hugh had been hired by the German weekly Stern and Gerold Hug

hounds. Lr_ke us, they all wanted to get the first-hand account of what hãd really happened oft the Spratly Islands in the South China Seã. Like us, they wanted an exclusive story with pics. Like us, they were determined to

By

Åé.'.,,

by soldiers on of Amboyna was mystifred

" så"'Jå',ijj"L'$J'Í st the stars and thó dim

light

Fainr hope.

"Are you sure it was the East Lamma Channel?" Hugh began to growl.

gence community.

get what they wanted.

What developed was the most bitterly fought naval engagement in Hong Kong Harbour since Captain Elliot set forth. from the anchrjrage to fight the First Opium War. For Hugh, Bill and myself, the story had begun 36 hours earlier in the bowels of the 18th floor where we had plotted our strategy. Everyone had read the story of the Sidharta, which was shelled- and

rhar ship

(24) had flown in for the Cologne Express. It was his first overséas assignment. And it was Gerold, incidentally, who scooped the l,ot a {ew days later with his story of the link between the Sidharta's' bizarre trip and the West German intelli-

Sarah;

Monks

at the ships passing in the night.

mov

Long before the Linden even ar-

the iockeying

n. The

ship's

#1"'i3liiå

broke.- By satellite telephone calls and teleprinter, bids weie made for exclusive rights. "We know you're making a Stern magazine contract," rival editors

shricked over the airwaves. "But

whatever Stern offers,

we

pay

sipping his frrst drink when Hugh spotted him. Next thing he found himself appointed skipper of M.V. FCC.

In the wee hours of April 22 we set out to Aberdeen, clambered into

Bill's dinghy and somewhat errati-

urdy converted ry, had stowed ample supplies midnight visi-

morg." Late at night I got final confirmation they would be dropping anchor in the Western Quarantihe Ánchorage at dawn.

The Government Information Services, I was told, was splashing out a few thousand Hong Kong dollars to take the press out to thé

We killed a couple of hours watching a video of the movie MASH and at 3 am slipped the mooring and headed out to the East

Lamma Channel.

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Finally, laying

in

ambush off

by this

Aplichau, we spotted her coming out of the southeast.

Bill

pushed the throttle

The skipper of the nvp under heavy pressure by".åTTl"t, irate reporters and photographers to get closer to the Lindeñ.

to full

The unwieldly ferry moved in, crushing Bill's boat towards both a marine police the freighter. It whack and caused

freighters move.

Hugh used his colourful command of English, Dutch, German, Cantonese and a few other languages to express his opinion when the Lin-

to

stop

to

allow

us

identified himself as being from Stern and requested permission to board. The answer came promptly.

He spun the wheel to keep his position and stubbornly refuseã to yeild. The marine police-move¿ in aó ¡ill belowed for their intervention to prevent the trawler being crushed between the two larger vessels. In a voice which must have carried to Kwai Chung container terminal, Bill offered some choice and select advice to the skipper of the ferry bearing down on us. His two dogs crouched in terror

be of

on the trawler's radio,

No, with the somewhat weird explanation that it was "too choppy"

in the inky, calm waters.

The Linden slid quickly away and tip of Hong Kong Island for middle-of-the-harbour

rounded the anchorage.

Marine police were aware that the

The gallant Mary kept the Bloody Marys coming.

by the ferry against one of

the

police launches. We were so close to the freighter's ladder that the survivors coúld have dropped in for a drink if only they had emerged then. -

This stand-off lasted

until

a

7.15

reported cost of aboutT{K$200,000.

When the weekly finally came out

with the yarn,

it

didn't carry

any

startling revelations. Still, I mused, as we chugged back to Blake's Pier sipping bloody marys, it's not every day you can

do battle at sea with the international and local press. ft was certainly an invigorating start to the

fenders because we had been pushed

ashing wings

Eventually the Sidharta survivors a press conference at which they said very little. ft turned out that Stern won the auction for the story and exclusive pictures taken of the Amboyna Cay garrison, at a

held

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on the bridge. Hugh, Gerold and Sunny were still taking photos. Mary and I were busy throwing out

press would descend on the vessel like a pack of starved hyenas. As the

day.

se.

"Get down," I said to Sunny Lee, SCM Post ace cameraman, and the rest of us blithley got through with our ignorance of Cantonese as Sunny ducked under a bench on the bridge.

"Good morning", Bill said cheerfully in English, waving animatedly

to the policemen. The trawler,

meanwhile, stuck

One senior German reporter who

had be¿n on the ferry chided him with: "How could the president of a correspondents club DO such a

thing and disadvantage his colleagues?" "Easy," was Hugh's reply "-1ryþg¡ f'm on the job."

demon

Linden reached Kellet Bank

wash.

Bill fast a

aboard. Hugh contacted the Linden

couple blue li and ch

and got onto a police boat which sped them to shore. The press flotilla was close behind. By now rumours were reaching the shoreline that Van Es and hii merry band had swept into quarantine area in a hired speedboat and swamped the opposition in the

apanese

speed, the big prop bit and the chase was on. It's amazing how fast those

den failed

down the ladder as cameras clicked

another

to its course

to-

wards tho Linden. By.the time we caught her up, we were in procession with the trawler in the middle and three marine police launches escorting us. It was impossible to get aboard

the ship. We lay off the vessel as close as possible to the ladder, making sure we kept the 30 metres dis-

tance demanded under controls for quarantine, customs and immigration.

But we also made sure that if and when the survivors came off, we would be in position for the best

pictures. Hugh, Sunny and Gerold primed their cameras, praying for an accelerated sunrise. Out of the dawn mirk came the HYF ferry packed with the rest of

Spot the FCC members aboard the press ferry heading towards the

Areson boat.

the press. You could see the flashes of enthusiastic photographers pooping off wbile they were still huñdreds of metres from the Linden. Hedging my bets, I made sure

that the SCM Post's respected chief

photographer, Chan

Kiu,

\ryas

aboard with reporter Jim Gilchristo.

Stern's Far East Correspondent,

Erich Follath, was also on the ferry. lhe ferry stayed a far way oftuntil the _large German contingent realised that there was a German newsman on the big blue trawler close alongside the Linden. A lively shouted conversation in German took place which gave anyone within a couple of hundred yards a basic

leason in colloquial modern German language. There was simultaneous swearing in Cantonese, English and Japanese, too.

The mast

of Bill's boat was

obscuring the best camera angles and some of the Hong Kong and visiting

photographers did not take to kind-

ly to this. The valiant Mury,

meanwhile, had been busy in the galley and we raised our glasses them, and

toasted

to our competitors.

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ll TERN masazine believed it had stumbled elclusively on a major \ X-, spy story when its úamburg heádquarters confirmed that one of the yacht Sidharta's four survivors worked for k C/(i//

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For Erich, the main point was that nothíng about Drobnica's intelligence background should slip out.

West German intelligence. So imagine how the colour drained out of Stern correspondent Erich Follath's face when â total ne,wcomer to the scene,

A

young Gerold Hug

Express, confrded

in hushed tones

all set to conclude a telex deal for the story as the rescue

ship Linden chugged to Hong Kong. And there was no way the weekly could beat

an enterprising reporter with a

daily

deadline.

Hamburg decided, however, to take the

risk and the Stern chequebook \ilas out to greet the survivors when they landed, with an estimated HK$200,000. Even then, there were some heartstopping moments for Erich. His plot was for the four to stay overnight under observation in Queen Mary Hospital and he would rush them directly to the first available flight for Bangkok, far fr'om the madding international press corps in Hong Kong. But no. The Sidharta survivors were most impressed by the Hilton Hotel's offer of free accommodation while they

from their ordeal.

They

insisted on discharging themselves after a medical once-over and checked into the Hilton. It just happened to be bulging with

other reporters who had flown the story.

in for

If that wasn't enough, the survivors agreed to meet the press, though not to answer questions. Erich thought a short statement should suffice and help pacify colleagues who felt bereft of a story. The four

addressed a gathering at the Hilton and

seething disclosed,

what some considered. a surprising âmount of detail for people who had just agreed to sell exclusive rights. Erich could hardly gag them physically

them. So he tried a

series

of

ferocious

stares and warning glances. Eventually

it

was one of the survivors' best friends and co-owner of the fated yacht that shouted "no questions, don't answer any

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By this stage Erich's worst

fears

over

susplclons. You see, Stern was

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headquarters.

of the Cologne

lunch at the FCC "ve (sic) think this Drobnica fellow is a secret agent." Erich concentrated on his bread roll as Gerold who had just stepped off the plane.from Frankfurt elaborated on his

recovered

who had flown especially from

"Hitler Diaries" and for the first time in Frich's seven years with the magazine he was told it would not appear -in its

Cologne's Gerold Hug The first evening in their hotel rooms developed into a bizarre auction with more and more dramatic telephone calls offering bigger and bigger amounts for

regular Thursday slot.

A yawning gap of l0 days between the Stern team quietly grilling the Sidharta survrvors rn Singapore. Their main rivals in issues confronted

the story, coming from rival West German publications. Ring, ring That was for DM20O,0û0. . Ring . . . . the gentleman over there ln the next room offered paper oting,

with

their 'far more generous offers? "Peter Marx .(the Sidharta captain),

was shaky when'he heard, but hê saidl

'We agféed

to do it with you so let's

forget about the others,'" reiounts Erich. _ Marx's girlfriend, Singaporean Jenny Toh, said bluntly "go for the hieheit bidder", according to Erich. Willand reportedly said: "I think we made a contract and we should be honest

with

Stern."

Says

Erich: "I

for that."

could have kissed him

Valdur Drobnica

point of - the focalquìet remained - to vote at ãIl. and said he didn't want

Stern's

interest

Co-owner and close friend Volker

Bock, who had launched a rescue mission the I th hat

S ril

When the votes were counted

use

it,

it was

to ma¡k her 34th birthday: small was the operative word, The Stern team were still trying

desparately to keep security on whatêvei exclusive aspects they had extracted, for

example the last words of Gero Band before he died only hours ahead of the

rescue.

Erich tested his subjects by pretending

on the telephone that he was anothei

German reporter discovering that - and at least one of the group was prepared to meet this "reporter" in the hotel coffee shop. Not with any suggestion of a

double-cross

but simply because he

wanted to be nice, says Erich. (It is worth mentioning that, when the

Linden picked up the survivors, one German news organisation telephone

interviewed Drobnica by posing ás the

respected semi-g,overnment German radio.

When they got what they wanted, they thanked him most sincerely on behalf of . and gave their true identity to a stunned Drobnica before hanging up). Only two people, close friends, were

allowed

to

come

to

fenny's birthday

party in the Singapore hotel. The tiny gathering cut

the

Stern-

purchased cåke which wished her happiness and

all best wishes for their . Sidharta II.

future plans with . .

Sarah Monks


New president M¡ke Keats

FACING UP TO NIPPON Faces

of Japan by Bob Davis

with an introduction by Murray Sayle.

OLD AFRICA HAND MOVES EAST

you imagine the vivid colours which are missing from the pictures. But black-and-white selections is an art

unto itself and, so ski lled photoSomebody once said a picture was worth a thousand words. The collection of stunning photographs in this pictorial portrait of Japan are worth a great deal more words than th at.

Veteran cameraman Bob Davis

of Stockhouse lived in Japan for several years and during the time he was there made ample use of his

talents to compile the photographs in this book. He has captured many of the moods of Japan, the architecture, the cities, the farms, the sculpted beaches and the traditions. But, above all, he has caught the faces of the people in many moods and in many settings. To me, it is a tragedy that the photographs are in black and white.

Only if you have been to Japan can

graphers and designers tell me, it needs more care and attention to assemble a collation of black and

white photos than it does for a similar collection of colour prints. Be that as it may, this collection is good one. From horrific urban jungles to the peace of the countryside, the photographer has focused on subjects

that make

Transport was hard to get ¡n Beirut in 1978. Apart from the human casualties of the war. vehicles had also been hard hit by the constant, often indiscriminate, shelling which rocked the city as various factions struggled

up

the Japan of today. A couple of the pictures I liked most are reprinted

for control. So when UPI bureau chief Michael Keats and a crowd of other newsmen straggled out of their homes one

here.

And as for the introduction by

morning seeking means to get to an election meeting on the other side of the city, there was some question about how they would get there.

Murray Sayle, well, what can one say? Few people know Japan as well as Sayle who looks at the country with a friendly affection tempered by

reality. His all-too-brief ¡ntroduct¡on leaves the reader thirsting for more. "The throwaway society," he calls Japan. "Half-finished." But these remarks combine

with respect for the land and the people.

A worthy addition to the bookshelf of anyone who knows,

or thinks they know, what

makes

Japan tick.

But what was this; Amid the gutted wrecks and twisted steel of runied cars in the compound nestled a two-door BMW owned by Newsweek's Barry Came, then, fortuitously, in Cairo on assignment. Came had been unwise enough to leave the keys of the "Bazza-mobile"

with his good friend Keats so, heigh-ho and away we go and eight correspondents and cameramen squeezed into the car and proceeded to the meeting. The election gathering itself did not provide much in the way of news, just another of the baffling twists in the continuing Lebanese political jigsaw puzzle, but as the overloaded BMW pulled away up a long, straight road, it gained the attent¡on of a morter team from one of the pr¡vate militias.

diaries

And yet more on the Hilter

from The Bulletin,

"The fi rst mortar dropped a few yards behind us and the shrapnel shattered both tyres," Mike Keats recounts today as he sips his Bells and water. "l was driving and I made damn sure we kept on going on the rims. The mortar pattern followed us as the BMW swayed and bumped up the road, the rims gradually being flattened because of the weight." Finally they made it out of range with a heartfelt prayer for German workmanship. But then there remain-

Getting across the "Green Line" from the Moslem to Christian quarters of Beirut could be an athletic -

and sometimes dangerous

-

business.

ed the problem of explaininglo "Bazza" Came what had happened to his car. When the Newsweek man got back from Cairo, Keats handed him the keys to the car and pointed to what was left of it. "You bastard," said Came.

"Let's have a drink." Things are a bit quieter now for the newly-elected President of the FCC. After a quarter century of chasing news for UPl, he is now Regional Manager for Asia for David Syme Ltd. of Melbourne, Australia. It was in his native Melbourne that Mike Keats

10 11


Began his career in journalism, more

or less by accident. He planned to join the army, but could not s¡gn up for an officer cadet course until he was 18. As he was only 17 at the time he had to find something to do so decided to fill in time as a copy boy in the newsroom of Australian United Press. While he was running copy and fetching sandwiches the AUP boxing and sports reporter died and, because he had done a bit of boxing at sahool, Keats

found himself an instant boxing writer. When his 18th b¡rrhday finally arrived he wasn't too sure about going into the army but, as it turned out,

didn't have much of a choice because he was called up for six months' national service. "That cured me permanently of any desire for a military career," Keats says. lnstead of a parade ground. he found himself back in the AUP newsroom as a cadet reporter covering sheep sales and the weather, cricket scores and sharemarket

prices. lt was a great training ground for a reporter

because the news service went to scores of newspapers throughout the states of Victoria and New South Wales. After three years he travelled north to Oueensland

where he worked on the Brisbane Telegraph until one day at Doomben racecourse he won A$140 on an outsider and immediately ran into a shipping office and bought a A$90 ticket to Genoa. He envisaged a shipboard romance as the liner floated through tropic seas but it was not to be quite like that. "The ship was a converted aircraft carrier and there were by a rough count 900 men and 100 women," he says gloomily. Things did not lool< much brighter when he landed in ltaly. "l had ideas of being the great Australian f reelancer in ltaly," he says wryly. "Unfortunately, I had neglected to learn ltalian.,, And when he got to London, there was no immediate improvement in prospects. After joining hordes of hopeful Australians, New Zealanders, South Africans, Canadians and other tramping up and down Fleet Street he made a living working in a Lyons Corner House restaurant and digging a tunnel under the Thames. But then his luck changed. He landed a weekend subbing job at United Press, which became a regular parttime slot when someone was on holiday and then, when the Suez crisis and the invasion of Hungary broke

simultaneously in 1956, a job on the staff of the wire serv tce.

It was a job that was to last more than a quarter century, first w¡th UP then with UPl, and was to take him to trouble spots in Europe, Africa and then, finally, to Asia. His first assignment outside London was to cover a revolt in what was then the Spanish Sahara. This trouble was promptly put down by the Spanish Foreign Legion - "a very tough group of gentlemen who got a pesate a day and all the canned sardines they could eat."

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Keats favourite tipple is Eells whisky and water 12

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and he managed

to find it

even

in the

Lebanese

civil

war.

Because he had, vaguely, studied Spanish in London; his first posting was to Madrid" ln 1962, he was sent to South Africa for two weeks, but the killings at Sharpeville and the bloody birth of an independent Congo kept him there for two years. During those years, and for many years to follow, he was to travel the air routes of Africa as country after country broke from colonial rule. He watched the Union Jack and Tricolour come down over many a colonial capital and new, unfamiliar, banners arise in their place. Back in London as UPI's editor of African Affairs, he closely observed the winds of change blowing over the continent. Today, after the years he spent ¡n South Africa, the three years in Rhodesia and the many other years travelling the cont¡nent, he says the uncertain path towards independence was irresistable and irreversable. "lt had to happen," he says. "lt was the tide of history." The years in Africa were not only exciting professionally but satisfying personally. He had met his wife Sybil early during his time in South Africa, then, years later, met her again. They got married within a week of the second meeting. Their f irst daughter, Natasha, now. 16, was born in Rhodesia. The second, Alexia, 14, was born in South Africa. ln 1978, the post of Editor for Asia fell vacant and Mike Keats was asked to take the job. Why Asia after his career had been spent in Africa? "Well, I had been around for a while and I suppose they thought I had the experience and knew a couple of things." With changes at UPI's headquarters in the Un¡ted States, he began to look around for another job and in 1981 was appointed to his present post ¡n which he not only looks after the news angles for the Melbourne Age but also the group's various other interests in magazines and television. When he arrived in Hong Kong, he may have been unfamiliar with the terrain but he certainly recognised many of the faces around the bar of the FCC from battlefields and conference halls. There was Don Wise whom he had first bumped into in the Congo. And, of course, "Bazza" Came who was still demanding recompense for his wrecked car. He was seconded to the Board in 1980 during the Club's time of peril as we fought to find a new home and to get finances in some sort of order. With Don Wise, he was involved in the lengthy negotiations that saw us move into the old lce House. His aim as president, he says, is to consolidate the happy situation in which the FCC now finds itself, with finances reasonably sound and a home for at least the next four years. (See page 3.) But Mike Keats is looking forward a long time beyond the length of our present lease which expires in 1987.

Shaking w¡th Shah

Keats interviewed the late Shah soon before the

lranian monarch was deposed from the Peacock Throne. Those who know him reckon the years of administrative experience he gained running the UPI network in Asia and then the Syme interests have equipped Keats well to act as a competent guiding hand to see the FCC into the future.

Speaking w¡th Smith

Eack in 1965 when Keats talked to Rhodesia's breakway Prime Minister lan Smith, nobody visualised

how history would unfold in what is now Zimbabwe. 13


S¡pp¡ng Changat the Thimpu FCC Last year it was Burma and seven days among pagodas and 1940s taxis held together with string and

Buddhist prayer. This year it was Bhutan and ten daYs of HimalaYan scenery, religious tantric dances and the dedication of the ThimPu FCC. Three of the more visible members of the Club, Sue Girdwood of Media, Penny Byrne of Asia Travel Trade and Georgina Lee of Hilton lnternational, joined the select band of a few thousand Westerners who have visited tiny, landlocked Bhutan,

tucked among the folds of the Himalayas, north of lndia and south

of Tibet. lnformation and books on Bhutan (population 1.2 million) were hard to find and best obtained from others who have visited the country or from bookshops in lndia - in particular The Oxford BookshoP in Darjeel ing.

Girdwood, Byrne and Lee sipping the millet-based "chang" at what became dubbed the îhimpu FCC. TheiiVerdict on what is regarded as the top tipple on flanks of the Himalayas:"Evil!"

of the Himalayas in time for the coronation of the present King, snakes in never-ending hair pin bends for eight hours and 280 kilometres from Phuntsoling to the Thimpu valley, 7,500 feet above sea level.

ate deferential ritual offering of tea created scenes reminscent of the journeys of Marco Polo. Days in Thimpu were spent visiting dzongs (centres of administration and religious study) and exploring the little town to photograph anything and anyone who moved. An early evening stroll down the main street took the trio into a smoky dive, shortly to be christened the Thimpu FCC, and its first encounter with millet beer. The itinerary centred on the five-day Paro spring tsechu, the high point of the tour¡st season and a

have to pass through the restricted area of North West Bengal, which

in order to

reach the border town of Phuntsoling' An alternative to the time-consuming and exhausting car journeY is Druk Air's new Calcutta-to-Paro service once a week, a trip of 90 minutes. Many will find this idea more appealing than the gruelling mountain drive. But nothing gives a greater

laboriously cut through the foothills 14

spectacle

of medieval splendour. lf

Cathay Pacific ever re-shoots its Marco Polo commercials, it should note this event.

of the isolation of this 47,OOA

square kilometre country than the drive from the border to the capital city of Druk Yul, Land of the Thunder Dragon. The road,

On arrival, Bhutan's capital city (population 20,000) is barely lit by electricity after dark and its streets are empty of people and traffic. At the government hotel a reception for United Nations aid dignitaries was in full swing complete with after dinner folk dances and songs. Dim-lit rooms furnished with home-spun curtains, cushions and carpets, a melee of men and women in national costume, and the immedi-

the West; travel scrabble. a Walkman, a short-wave radio and some Stevie Wonder tapes. A few tinned provisions were also packed, just in case the same culinarY disasters encountered in Burma materialised. Entry to Bhutan is comPlicated by lndian red tape. Most travellers

sense

the valley comes the eerie, haunting of long silver horns and slowly beaten drums. The shuffling feet of the entranced monk dancers, bedecked in brocades and silks, and the country picnic atmosphere of the crowd are unforgettable sights. During the trip the team became acquainted with the characteristics of Bhutanese tourism: a universal familiarity among young people with English (it is now the medium of instruction in schools), and a general, genuine courtesy and sounds

to please. Electricity and the water supply in even the most comfortable Government hotels are erratic, though staff seek to remedy the problem as quickly as possible with buckets of hot water and handfuls of candles smilingly delivered eagerness

The intrepid trio was thus armed with minimal mental Preparation when it embarked on the journey: clothing suitable for life on the roof of the world, some good books and a few reassuring links with

necessitates permits,

of ping-pong balls, in which the family wealth is displayed. Across size

What the fashionable ladies wear in Bhutan-genuine leopard and tiger' skin coats. Lee and Girdwood cause bemusement among Thimpu locals.

The whole population of Paro Valley, and indeed much of Bhutan, gathers for the dance festival dressed in its f inery. The women wear tradi' tional necklaces of coral beads the

to waterless bathrooms and lightless bedrooms.

Food, while adequate f or those with voracious appetites induced by the heady mountain ai r, becomes a little monotonous after ten days of pink rice, vegetables cooked in milk and chicken in restricted variety. Breakfasts are heartY affairs in the best English tradition: corn-flakes and milk, bacon and eggs, warm toast, fresh butter, fine-cut marmalade and the ubiqultous tea. The government, Pleading a

paucity of services for tourists,

has

restricted arrivals to about 2,000 a year - at this stage mostlY, EuroPean and particularly West Germans.

The Ministry of Tourism, keePing

a

patriarchal eye on things to guard against the corruption of Bhutanese values and culture by encroaching Weastern ways has, however, indicated that over the next decade numbers may be allowed to swell to about 10,000 a year as more areas of the country are opened up and facilities developed. Bhutan is not a place for the Puerto Azul set or the habitues of Patpong; it's a country of apparently naive simplicity where time moves slowly and nobody seems to do much of anything. lt's a most amazing reminder of life as it must have been centuries - practically unchanged - place where ago. a reassuring, friendly those Westerners intrepid enough to venture are given warm welcomes which will be remembered for years.

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SEXIST BIAS? Sir,

I would like to take issue with

Sir,

Your correspondent who compla¡ned about the food and the menu in the Club restaurant is quite right on both counts. We should get back to the stuff which truly represents our membership. Where are the Adelaide floaters, th e Sydneyside meat-pies, the soss and mash, the fish 'n' chips wrapped in the Classified Section of the South Sea Bubble Morning Post?

Not a single Amnesian dish has ever appeared on the Club,s upstairs menu. For the benefit of the catering staff, here is a short guide to the cuisine ordinaire of my native land:

Selle de Bicyclette Nature, usually served with small trunnions or - at a pinch lock_nuts. Dunk in' Chupatties, with fillings of googli-fruit catsup or

broiled bustard.

Ah, and the flubsy flopsy Pavlova (no, Daphne dear, not the ballerina but a kind of trifle from Canberra, mecca of the true gourmet). But there are no curries also, no kiribath or kofta. Where are the bagoong and adobo and bangus (and

mash?)? Gula malacca? Hari Raya? Sushi or ranchitaimu? Paperazzi napolitana, or the succulent abierta al izquierda y tacos? Evzones with gef ul ltef isch

?

Vierwaldstettersee

dampfschiffahrt kartoffeln mit sclagschrapnel? Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, the piece de resistance of the American cuisine? Yes, our cosmopolitan membership should be served, my masters. No least the Amnesian nationals among us, for whom I have the honour of serving as the honorary Disconsu late-General.

at all.

Goatlets a la mode

_

any mode

Mock Wall Street Soup, based on a good stock (lll or Genentech).

G

ri n den back en f I e isch au

Uberlqten Butterbrochten, or

f

the

lift on the 14th floor. lsn't it about time we revived

the picture display in the new premises, perhaps along the walls of

the staircases from the pool room to the lobby and from the lobby to the restaurant. Our many talented photographers should be only too willing to contribute their best shots and perhaps this time each picture could be credited, possibly even with

a

short caption.

Another suggestion bandied 16

it's inaccurate!

Sir,

All members of course are entitled to their own opinions, but may l, as another senile member,

I reckon we have first-class service always at the bar and on both restaurant-f loors. Most of the waiters remember what you like personally and often give you a winking recommendation. Aged Asia Hand. (Also Correspondent Member)

front

pages on

the walls of the main bar, has been to get every journalist in the club who has worked for small weekly or

provincial daily newspapers in other countries to wr¡te to their old papers and get copies of front pages; I exclude from this large national newspapers because most people have seen those anyway and they are certainly not of as much curiosity value as the more obscure ones.

A few examples could be Mike O'Neill (The Manawatu Evening Standard); Kevin Sinclair

(The Surfers Paradise Guide); lan Whalley (Crewe Chronicle/Gravesend Reporter/Borneo Bulletin) ; Jack Beattie (Barrow in Furness Ëvening

For many years, Barry Deegan carried the public relations corporate load in Hong Kong for ITT. He was a pR man who was never lost fo¡ an answer and who helped joumalists to get to the real facts in the commercial jungle of the electronics industry throughout Southeast Asia. Recently, Barry Deegan was back in the town he loves with his Hong Kong-born wife, Kim-moi, and their two Hong Kong-born daughters. ,,It,s great to be home," Deegan said. He is now in charge of publicity and protocol for the Government of Northern Australia.

Please don't misunderstand me. I am not advocating the use of the

inelegant'newspeople'.'Journalist' is a far more dignified word, and

I

would take a bet that it better represents what most of us do for

Every home has to have solar energy

built-in when it is constructed. The crime rate is low. The

a living. What image does 'newsman' conjure up? Peter Falk in a trench-

birth rate is high. The Territory is made up of white Australians from

coat with a two inch ash on his

86 countries, and historic communities of Aborigines, Chinese,

cigarette, slouching between police H.O. and underworld contacts, only pausing for the odd double whisky. ls that how we see ourselves? The women certainly don't, and I imagine the men have grown out of it by the time they get beyond

junior reporter. I appreciate all the hard work that goes into the magazine every

couple of months, but for goodness' sake, don't say you guys haven't noticed there are women around!

Nicholas Dutt

covers and newspaper

That's what you say....Letters

submit my respectful but surprised and strong refutation of an ,,Aging Asia Hand's" criticism of service in the Club. (March-April).

Amnesian hamburger. As for the print-style of the upstairs menu, it is not the French which bothers members like myself; it is the English below which should at least sound like Darwin or Dozing Bahru. The bar menu is far better it is with great pride that we see thereon our original Amnesian dishes, such as Vidal Sardine and Lena Tuna.

around among a few members, following the success of the magazine One of the most striking features of the old FCC in Sutherland House was the picture display which greeted people as they stepped from

the continued use of the hackneyed word 'newsmen'. lt indicates a sexual bias which is admirably illustrated by the April cover photograph. This sort or representation of our profession is not only sexist -

Patricia Malone

Mail/Hawick News). Get your letters off now and if only one in 10 papers replies we should still have a good selection

by Christmas. lan Whalley

The Correspondent has no bias, sexual or otherwise. The cover photograph to which Ms Malone

objects was a Club function held to welcome reporters and photographers who were in Hong Kong to cover the Rugby Sevens. All these people happened to be males - which was

why they were described as news-

men.

Editor David Miller, formerly of Glasgow, has been appo¡nted advertising represent-

Malays, lndonesians, Filipinos and Japanese. Together, these races make up one close-knit commun¡ty that is unique not only in Australia but also the world.

Outside the towns, what few

of them there are, it is like the wild west set in a tropical climate. An estimated 400,000 wild

By Barry Deegan ln some ways, Darwin is like Hong Kong. The Chinese commercial presence is everywhere and you do not have to go far to get good Cantonese food.

ln other ways, it is a lot different. The Northern Territory covers

i.5 million

square kilometres,

of the continent. The population of the state is 150,000 a sixth

about the same as Tsz Wan Shan Estate in Wong Tai Sin.

Statistics about the Territory are impressive. lt is the beer drinking capítal of the world and so many cans are consumed that every year there is a race in Arafura Sea

ative for The Correspondent. Miller worked for several agencies in his native Scotland before coming to Hong Kong

of vessels made out of empty beer cans. There is no lack of entries.

"The pace of advertising in Hong Kong is vastly faster than in Scotland,"

resting. Lowest unemployment

a year ago. he says.

Anyone w¡th advert¡sing queries in connection w¡th the magazine can call Miller on 5-664711.

-

Other statistics are also interAustralia and the highest growth rate. lt gets more sunshine and more rain than anywhere else.

in

bush buffalos roam the plains. Kangaroos abound. Giant crocodiles haunt the salty marshes and huge sharks are out to sea. For the hunter and fisherman, it is a paradise. But why do I stay there? Strangely enough, because it has an atmosphere like Hong Kong. The people work hard and play hard. There is a close community spirit. There is an air of friendship. And. I believe, because in the years to come I will be seeing a lot of old Hong Kong friends dropping in to the embryo Darwin Press Club to join me for an icy cold beer in the hottest capital on earth. Tourism is the State's biggest growth industry and it is towards Asia that Darwin looks for visitors in the future. And I hope that many of them will come from Hong Kong. lf some of them come from the bar in lce House Street, I will be delighted

to make them at home. 17


NAVIGATORS KNOW FCC IS WAYPOINT THREE By Bruce Maxwell Ties emblazoned "FCC Waypoint Three" are soon to make an appearance in the club. Eligible as wearers are the 30 or so members who forsook the bar last Easter to sail 480 miles across the South China Sea to San Fernando in the Philippines. The mysterious phraseology refers to the fact that this year for the first time satellite navigation equipment could be used in yacht rac r ng.

Almost everybody tried satnavs and most were very impressed. One simply punches in the co-ordinates of where one is (Waypoint One) and where one wants to get to (Waypoint Two) and as satel lites pass overhead every 45 minutes to two hours the satnav prints out the

correct position, courseÂż distance to go and estimated time of arrival. The innovation took a new meaning on Les Collings' Peterson

46 Caperata on the return voyage to Hong Kong when the crew - all FCC

members - discovered that the satnav was capable of taking up to

nine Waypoints. Thus Waypoint One was San Fernando, Waypoint Two Waglan lsland, and Waypoint

Three

-

the

FCC.

At the touch of a button it to tell if one would arrive before the bar closed for the night (sadly the hopefuls were half an hour too late, but it was a was then possible

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close-run thing). Bob Lavoo's Ceil lt had fhe largest FCC contingent aboard Mike Keats, Mike Westlake, Fred Shokking. Dr. Mike Moles and David Fryers.

Collings had Keith Shakespeare and Tom Earl and was joined for the return voyage by Sam and Bruce Maxwell, while publ isher's rep Simon Martin went back on the yacht they had raced down, Kina. Asia Medical News' Mike Mudd had John Owen and Robert CaveRogers on his Taiwan ketch Tasmica, while the Mallen brothers and FEER's Philip Bowring were on the two-tonner Gail Force. Barry Byrne, a former winner of the San Fernando Race. had Steve Ellis of Emphasis helming Scoundrel and also Dennis Sanderson in his crew (Scoundrel won Class l), and Bill Turnbull in Ceil V had Dennis Bray navigating. Mike Turner was on Lone Star, Sue Costello on Pasadera, Fred Whitehouse on Snowgoose, and Jimmy Farquar was looking after the pointed end on the two tonner Bugis. Brigitte and John Cummings entered their own yacht Sapphira, as did lvo Schwikker (Colonia).

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of the two-tonner

Bugis,

New member Jim Harvey

Cameraman Marvin Farkas was focusing on Hollywood baddie Jack Palance recently when the Ripley's Believe lt Or Not show was being filmed in Hong Kong. Marvin has been shooting angles in the Colony for three decades, mostly working on documentaries and advertising projects. This time he featured some of the forgotten parts of the Colony the Tiger Balm Gardens, traditional temples and cemeteries. The New York-born Farkas has in the past shot many of Hong

served in the American military for many years, most of the time in Asia. When it came time to retire, he decided to stay on in the East where he now is geÂĄeral manager of a transport company.

POLITICKING JOURNATIST

Kong's most notable sights including the first documentary of the Clean Hong Kong Campaign in 1972 and the Magic of Dance Two years ago about Margot Fonteyn in China. And what did he have to say about Jack Palance? "He's a real nice guy."

BARING ALL C. P. Ho has been a journalist, a top TV executive, a publisher and, now, a politician. lf at first this seems a rather unusual role for him to play, it makes more sense after you ponder it for a while. He was recently named as a member of the Guangdong Branch of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. Soon after he was named to

With this sort of line-up available there is now talk of an FCC Vs Royal Hong Kong yacht Club challenge, although opinions are divided as to whether it should be on the water or in the bar.

this important post, C. P. suggested that this might be an appropriate time for China to clarify its position to safeguard the stability and

"I

want close-ups of the princess enj oying her new freedom from Press pholographers."

Cartoons reprinted courtesy The Bulletin, Sydney. 18

Roslyn Hayman, editor of No. 1 Shimbun, rhe journal of the Tokyo Fcc, decided recently thar the publ ication should put out a special ladies issue - complete with centrefold.

The Austral ian academic-turned-journal ist featured another Australian than Murray Sayle who bared all in the interests of sexual equality. Ms. Hayman, who works for Kyodo news agency's Engl ish service, went to Japan to study the language, married a Japanese and has edited the Tokyo FCC magazine for a year. as Tokyo's pin-up boy, none other

prosperity of Hong Kong. ln his many years in journalism in Hong Kong, the popular Mr. Ho has made contacts with people of every walk of life and every political vtew. Perhaps he could be co-opted

to the committee which is considering the long-term future of our premises, like where the FCC will be located after 1 997. 19


Bïltllt$ . fffl[lt]tffi . lllilllt]lt$ fUffi Absentee member and longtime Hong Kong resident (1960s) Edward Neilan has been appointed Foreign Editor of The Washington Times . . . Ed was at the cl ub around Chinese New Year after covering U.S. Secretary of State George P. Shultz' visit to Beijing, and gathering material in Beijing and Shanghai for another two weeks. Times frontpaged his 1O-part China Today series that matched impressions with his first visit to China 10 years ago. Neilan says the Times will gradually fuild up a stringer network and eventually may "staff the world with foreign correspondents." Edis looking for a few good stringers to write about "faraway places with strange - sounding airlines. lnterested? Write: Edward Neilan, Foreign Editor, The Washington Times, 3600 New York Ave. N.E., Washington DC 20002 USA. å\Tq.?T"

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The busy Reuters team in Hong Kong has seen some coming and goinç recently. New arrivals include the group above, all FCC members. Not in the photo is Ron Alpe. Pictured (from left) are prithett, Raven,

Barker, Mason, Goddard and Bajpai.

The new Beuters line-up includes: Ron Alpe, 36, British, with Reuters 6/z years, ar head office Amsterdam and Frankfurt prior to Hong Kong. Previously freelanced from Hamburg. Married in February. Fajendra Bajpai, 35, lndian, joined Reuters October 1976 from lndian Express. Transferred from new Delhi January 1983. Married with

responsibilities and in which he is involved in the eternal quest for the perfect vintage. He thought he found it recently during a visit to Hong Kong by George Duboeuf, the French wine master who has done so much to put Beaujolais on the map. Burton, Hong Kong polytechnic librarian, heads the regular meetings of the wine society held fortnightly in the club. He and Duboeuf sampled a selection of wines during the Frenchman's visit.

two children.

David Goddard, 4O, British. Joined Reuters 1g64. Chief sub/ copytaster on London Overnight Desk before transferring to Hong Kong in December. Married with four children. Joanne Mason, 25. British. ln Hong Kong as Reuter graduate trainee. Christopher Pritchett, 42, New Zealander. Joined Reuters in 1g66 with Postings to Saigon, Singapore. New York, Peking before Hong,Kong. Married with three children. Gerrard Raven,34, British. Joined Reuters two and a half years ago after periods as political correspondent for Western Daily Press, Westminister Press and The Farmers' Weekly. Anthony Barker, 28, British. Joined Reuters 1g81. Former student in China. Speaks Mandarin. First foreign posting for Reuter.

to renew the

A recent visitor to the Club was Brigadier Michael Calvert DSO MA

MlcE c. Eng FR Hist s, a legendary unorthodox soldier who won fame in Burma fighting far behind enemy lines with the Chindits. Brigadier calvert came to the club with popular member Mike Jones, another former soldier who served with the Special Air service in many theatres.

Making a tour of inspection of the premises, calvert carefully studied the lay of the land. When asked his opinion, the noted military analyst and historian had a prompt answer. "Great place for a fight!" was his verdict. Asked to elaborate. the former boxer (Cambridge, Army) explained why his remark was not all

that unusual. "All that space," he mused. "l hope it,s well used on Friday nights. When I first came to Hong Kong and Shanghai in the,30s, journalists. always hit each other on Friday nights." Calvert was in Hong Kong as a guest of the Chinese Verterans' Association. They include some of the young Hong Kong Chinese who

Striking a Napoleonic pose in the main bar is Derek SeymourJones.

"He' gets delusions of grandeur," says wife Cynthia. Perhaps that's because the. couple have retired to the hills of Sri Lanka where for amusement they own a race horse called What To Do? The popular pair commute back

to Hong Kang rqularly to bring Derek back to reality. 20

survived the Battle

A look of startled increduarity crosses the face of John Lenaghan of Thomson Press as a barr pronks into the hore on one of the crub.s þoor tables. A lucky shot? Rubbish, he repl ied. played for!

Malcolm Surry of the Securities Commission looks as though he has plenty to laugh about during the last race meeting of the season at Shatin. Could he have backed a winner? On the other hand, Gary Coull of DataBase scratches his head in wonder. It was the last time the FCC loge at Shatin was used; because of lack of patronage. the Board has decided not

of Hong Kong and subsequent

of Chinese survivors, who walkéd halfway abross china and then flew to lndia to reenlist in the British Army and to fight their way through Bruma. "Great soldiers," said Calvert, and coming from a man with a towering reputation that is praise indeed. Around the main bar, Clavert had time to reminisce about old battlefields with such other veterans as clare Hollingworth and Donald Wise, familiar faces from the past. massacre

lease

of the facility.

The in-house magazine of Hongkong-based Holiday lnn lnternational, lnn Asia, has won two more awards in the annual Editing for

lndustry Awards contest, held by the British Association of lndustrial Editors (BAIE), and three awards in the Pacific Area Travel Association,s contest

for

1

983.

An article ent¡tled 'The Last Sailors' by Neil Hollander and Harald Mertes, in the Winter 82183 issue of lnnAsia, won the BAIE Award of Excellence for magazine features. The judges summed up the article as: "A Rolls-Royce item in a limousine

publication." lnn Asia magazine has won 12 awards altogether over the past five years in the prestigious BAIE contests. Dean Barrett is the editor, and Werner Hahn, the art direcitor of lnnAsia.

21


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JUST THE FACTS The Overseas Press Club of New York also recently had its election for office bearers. One of the candidates for governor was Hugh A. Milligan whose candidature was announced with the following publicity blurb

which we reprint from the

.

GENIAL GIANT RETURNS

Press Club

election publicity material. Hugh

A. Mulligan:

born in a trunk in the projection room of Pocatello, ldaho's only

porn movie house, was adopted by itinerant wordmongers who sent him to the Lippizaner Academy in Vienna, where he majored in dressage. Mulligan came to AP in a World War ll prisoner exchange for two Japanese teletype machines and a non-auto-

of Kent Cooper's "Barriers Down." His jovial lrish face, scarred

graphed copy

in a broadswords duel with Ernest Hemingway in the bar of the Scribe Hotel in Paris, was fยกrst seen in the OPC after his nomination for membership by two Tass correspondents since disbarred for flashing their credentials at the 1966 World's Fair. Hobbies: making voodoo dolls

of favorite editors and staffing an imaginary news bureau at Bora-Bora with comatose regulars from the OPC bar over the years. Motto:

It would have been difficult to overlook one recent visitor from Vancouver who returned to Hong Kong on the Cathay Pacific innaugural f light.

Alan Daniels, now a feature writer on the Vancouver Sun, towers an imposing 6'7" and is built to match. When he worked for the old Sunday Post-Herald in 1968, Daniels shared a flat with Saul Lockhart in Repulse Bay where Lockhart still lives. "lnstead of sharing the place with Alan I now have a wife, two kids and a dog." The general giant returned to Bepulse Bay for a welcome home barbecue attended by old friends Brian Cuthbertson of the Macau tourist

imformation office, John Berry of Lands Department and, of course, Allison and Saul Lockhart.

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"Been everywhere, got nowhere." Campaign promises: the clubhouse shall ยกot be moved more than 10 times in the next decade. Better grade of shavรฌng lotion in the men's

room. Long

range club goal: an

awards dinner shorter than ABC-TV's

"The Winds of War."

Alexander Casella of the lnternational Red Cross, (left) and Far Eastern Economic Review editor Derek Davies appear to be hanging on the words of Therese Obrecht, Review correspondent in Geneva, during a recent visit. 22

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