I've Always Paddled My Own Canoe
By Meurig Jones
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In I've Always Paddled My Own Canoe, author Meurig Jones recounts how in 1971, he embarked on his journey of a life
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I've Always Paddled My Own Canoe - Meurig Jones
1. I’VE ALWAYS PADDLED MY OWN CANOE
From the age of about 10, all I wanted to do was leave the small Welsh village of Llandinam where I was born. I would hitch-hike wherever I could go, sometimes to Liverpool for the day. At 16, I hitch-hiked to Paris and slept under the Eiffel Tower and on the embankment with the meths drinkers. I always knew my horizons stretched beyond the fields, beyond that farm, beyond my wagoner father’s footsteps. The youngest and most adventurous of three brothers, I would dream of those faraway countries whose stamps I collected and whose borders I could draw from memory and I’d long to go there. And then, in 1971, my dreams came true.
Llandinam is a small farming village in Montgomeryshire in central Wales. Everyone knows everyone else and if any of us three boys stepped out of line, the policeman who lived next door would tell our dad. A hard-working wagoner and a stern, distant father, Dad got paid once a year and we’d only see him on a Sunday morning when he came home to the seven-acre smallholding that Mum worked to keep our household going. He wanted a better future for his three sons – his vision for us just didn’t include my travelling the world.
My parents never travelled. The only breaks Dad ever had from work were in the autumn when he had to take the shire horses to the shows in Shrewsbury or Oswestry. Mum would take us to my uncle, aunts and cousins for the holidays and, apart from enjoying a change of scenery, I enjoyed watching Uncle Richie smoke a pipe that he’d fashioned out of a cotton reel. I learnt to smoke on those holidays and, when I got my first job unloading lorries, I used my wages to buy cigarettes.
When I was 11, Mum got me a job at Penstrowed Garage. Everyone in the area came to the garage for petrol and I got to talk to them all; my conversations with policemen, mayors, school teachers, the director of education, newspaper reporters and the like awakened in me a longing to experience the world outside of Llandinam. I worked at the garage part- time for the next 17 years – through school, teachers’ training college and my early years of working as a teacher.
I was always good with my hands, and my woodwork teacher inspired me to become a teacher. In sixth form, I opted to do woodwork instead of Latin and also became the first pupil at my school to do A-Level technical drawing and metalwork. After school, I went to teachers’ training college in Bristol and then got my first job as a teacher at a school there.
I never lost my longing to travel and, in 1968, when I suggested to some of the sixth formers at my school that after school and before uni we should go on a trip to Athens, they agreed. I got to work planning my first proper long trip and nine of us set off from Bristol in my Thames Ford 15 van with a three-speed engine, otherwise known as the Dagenham Dustbin. We arrived in Athens eight days later and were away for about six weeks. One evening, while we were sitting on the beach in the small fishing village of Dafni in Zakynthos, a vehicle arrived that would inspire and foretell my life- changing, intercontinental road trip.
The words ‘Paris to Nepal’ on the side of the vehicle got us intrigued. I don’t know if it was the beer talking or just teenage enthusiasm, but all nine of us agreed that on my dad’s birthday in three years’ time, 1st September 1971, we’d all leave Bristol and travel by road to Australia. I’d made an Australian friend who’d been in Bristol on a teaching exchange and it seemed like a good and distant destination to aim for.
When we got back home, I bought a split-screen VW van and started working on it and, as I’d feared, the teenage enthusiasm wore off. Over the next few years, all of the original nine dropped out. I wasn’t really surprised as many of them were studying, starting out in their careers and in new relationships. But I kept working on the van, still determined to go.
I put an ad in The Guardian newspaper, and I had about 70 replies from all around the world. I chatted to a lot of the applicants and found my first two co-travellers: Sandra from Kingston upon Thames and Don from Brigg in Lincolnshire. The three of us continued to interview other applicants but, in the end, we decided it would be just the three of us who would go. I resigned from my teaching post, although the headmaster kept my job open as he didn’t think I’d go, and then all I needed to do was tell my parents.
I always knew my mum and dad wouldn’t be happy. The first time I applied for a passport, I knew my dad would never sign the application form so I forged