A JOURNEY OVERLAND FROM ENGLAND TO INDIA AND NEPAL IN 1973. ON THE 'HIPPIE TRAIL'.
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I really can’t remember how we came to the decision that traveling overland to India was a good idea. It was a natural progression from the life I had been living since I jumped from the straight and narrow of grammar school and a probable future of forty years of uninteresting employment (‘twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day-shift’), into the exciting acid-fuelled anarchy of the late sixties and early seventies. But by 1973 the colours were fading. We hadn’t managed to radically transform society and the counterculture was slowly crumbling under the pressure of repressive authoritarianism, crass commercialism and corporate greed. The house of love and peace was being demolished. Barbiturates and smack were as easy to score as acid and dope. The tripped out were becoming the strung out and the casualties were on the increase. We hungered for new horizons.
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In underground publications such as International Times, Oz and Frendz we were reading reports of far off, exotic lands where hash was cheap, strong and readily available and where one could exist on as little as a pound a day. On the classifieds pages were ads for overland buses that would take you all the way from Europe to Nepal in just four weeks. The overland route was becoming an increasingly popular rite of passage amongst disillusioned western freaks and was dubbed ‘The Hippie Trail’ by the tabloids.
At that time there were no Rough Guides or Lonely Planets. Once you left Europe you were outside the tourist zone. It was the dawn of the package holiday era but destinations like Iran and Afghanistan were not on your average tourists itinerary. Information was passed on by hippie bums and dope-smoking vagabonds and some of this was collected by a freak-run organisation called BIT (founded by John Lennon, as a kind of underground advice centre) that worked out of a tiny, paper-strewn office in Notting Hill. This was made available in a wad of A4, typed and mimeographed sheets, roughly stapled together. It contained reports of good and bad hotels, places to eat, rip-offs, best places to change money on the black-market, border-crossing hassles etc. It was the closest thing to an overlander's travel guide that there was at the time. But it was also a document that gradually self destructed with use and I doubt if many copies remain these days.
(The story of BIT's Overland Guide as told to me by Terry Phelps
"In 1970. I walked into the BIT offices with a piece of paper. On it was written the details of how to get from Istanbul to Delhi overland using public transport (buses and trains) for only £9.70. This information had been given to me in Athens, at the then well-known YHA Hostel no.2, by an American deserter – a sergeant, I recall, - from the Vietnam war. The late Nick Albery was, at that time, attempting to compile the first overland to India guide for freaks, and was delighted to receive this information, which was duly incorporated. According to Nick, he later gave/sold it to Richard Branson (who then ran a seedy organic restaurant in Bishops Bridge Road) who in turn gave/sold it on to Tony Wheeler, and the rest is history, save for the fact that Wheeler made a mint and we didn’t! The BIT Overland Guide started out at 50p, and the only thing that I can recall from it was the opening words on India : ‘A mindblowing place : chaos, filth, beauty, insanity’, a judgment borne out by my own subsequent visits to the place. Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive…ah, those dear, dead days : where are they now?....)."
For me the true overland bible was a book written ten years earlier in 1963 by a fearless, young Irish woman from County Waterford entitled, ‘Full Tilt – Ireland to India with a Bicycle’. Dervla Murphy had laid out the route we would follow, not, as she did, on two wheels, or even on one of the freak buses, but using local public transport. That way we hoped to have closer contact with the people and cultures of the different countries. Our plan was to get through expensive Europe in as short a time as possible and get down to the serious traveling when we hit Turkey.
At a distance of around 4000 miles from Europe to the Indian Subcontinent, this was the furthest we could travel without taking to the air or the sea. Flights were prohibitively expensive and we were aiming to travel the longest distance for the least cost. And money was easy to acquire in the early seventies. There were plenty of jobs. One season of sweaty kitchen work at Mad Fred and Crazy Maisie’s ‘Meyrick Cliffs Hotel’, on Shanklin Esplanade, gave Janette and I enough money to migrate for the winter, or at least for the worst of it. Between us we managed to scrape together £500 and planned to travel for as long as we could eke it out.
The recollections here are taken from dog-eared diaries that we somehow managed to write and which, amazingly, are still pretty much intact after all these years. The photographs were taken on a plastic Kodak Instamatic camera and the rolls of film periodically posted back to Janette's parents for developing. Some pictures have disappeared and some have deteriorated with time. Now, in the 21st Century and middle-aged, I wish we had taken more, but at the time it was all about living for the moment, not capturing something for the future.
Route taken and entries by Real Traveler Tony G
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WE GOTTA GET OUTTA THIS PLACE...
Let's get one thing straight, this trip most definitely took place in 1973. Take no notice of the above date of 1976. The fact is that... Continue reading »
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THE 'MAGIC BUS' - 36hrs to Istanbul
We drove south through torrential rain to the border crossing where the uniformed,officious German customs decided to do a thorough search. A... Continue reading »
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ACROSS TURKEY - By Bus
So there we were, in ancient Sultanahmet, with its unfamiliar smells and sounds, and that exotic skyline of domes and minarets silhouetted against... Continue reading »
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HASSLES IN IRAN
We woke up early, drank chai in the restaurant, paid the bill and walked out of town, having decided to try hitching to Teheran. Unlike many o... Continue reading »
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HERAT, AFGHANISTAN - A Leap Back In Time.
The Afghan border post at Islam Qu’ala was as different from its modern built equivalent on the Iranian side as one could possibly imagine. &... Continue reading »
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KANDAHAR
We made it to the bus depot early and drank chai in a filthy, fly-ridden café with faded pictures of Russian lorries, roughly torn from old... Continue reading »
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KABUL - Black Hash & Dysentery
I was awakened from a deep sleep by a knocking on the door, it was our little man and it was 5:50am. We had ten minutes to get up, pack our f... Continue reading »
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KABUL - Paghman and the King's 'Meat Farm'.
After an early morning hot shower and a pot of chai we went out and found a new place to stay, the Shabistan Hotel on Kocha-e-Morgha, better known... Continue reading »
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PAKISTAN - Culture Shock
It was the 12th of November and somehow we managed to wake up early. We hurriedly washed in icy cold water, paid the hotel bill an... Continue reading »
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LAHORE - Welcome to the Nightmare
It was just after five in the morning when I woke up Janette to tell her that we were coming into Lahore. It was then that she realised that h... Continue reading »
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INDIA AT LAST!
Getting up early, we teamed up with the other three guys in our dormitory and shared a taxi to the border. It was only 6Rupees each and was q... Continue reading »
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DELHI - An Assault on the Senses
As had become usual on our arrival in a major city one of our first tasks was to check to see if there was any mail from home. The Poste Resta... Continue reading »
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VARANASI - Holy Madness
The conductor rudely awoke me at 5.00am. I think I was blocking the aisle. He also woke up Janette to make room for an unhappy-looking, f... Continue reading »
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NEPAL - Over the Hills & Far Away
Taking into consideration that the 3rd Class bunks were simply wooden shelves, I got a pretty good night’s sleep and made a special point of... Continue reading »
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KATHMANDU - Rats the Size of Cats
We spent a restless night due to the sound of rats scampering around in the ceiling and Janette being struck down with a severe bout of diarrhoea.... Continue reading »
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TO SIMLA
At 5.30 in the morning we were woken up by someone going around the hotel hammering on all the doors, just in case anyone was taking the early trai... Continue reading »
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KULU - Freezing in Paradise.
With the realization that we had slept late and that our bus was due to leave in just forty minutes we rushed around, irritably packing and sh... Continue reading »
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RETURN TO DELHI
Mandi’s bus station was teeming with people all wanting to go somewhere, including many Ladakhis in dark red chubas, tall hats and curly-toed... Continue reading »
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AGRA - Shimmering visions & opium dreams
@bro47: this is one of my favorite travel blogs. http://bro47.blogspot.com/ http://realtravel.com/b-247316-world_blog-overland_travel_london_to_sydneyHave daughter going to Spain in Jan for semester abroad. So searching around for good -- not crassly commercial -- guides for her to use. 1975 I travelled overland Luxembourg ( remember Icelandic Air ?) to Capetown (confess to flying Athens to Cairo), and Bit Guide was superb and , you're right, about the only source of info other than chatter with other hearty overland adventurers you met coming from the direction you were heading. Does anyone dare even hitch-hike these days ?? Would you let yours repeat your journey today ?? Highly doubful , right ? My , how times have changed, the world's gotten so homogenized, and the damned ruling powers that be have only gotten worse, todo el mundo ! Those were wonderful and unusually liberated times - even better than we thought and appreciated as we lived them .I have an idea directly tied into your exeriences on this Magic Bus. I too had speant a fair amount of time in India and Nepal. Can you contact me @ my email address: markslevy05@yahoo.com.auSorry ! in case someone wants to write me, my email is elelaloca@yahoo.comOmitted present 'destination': Austin, TX, USAon the evening of april 26, 1972 our bus arrived at the turkish border but it was closed and had to wait overnight to cross into iran. in the morning while we waited to be processed we began tossing a frisbee. before long we had drivers, passengers and border guards from both countries involved and a foreign missle flying between them, everyone cooperating and having a great time. what a different world that was and how far we have digressed. alanI ran across your article on the 'net. Brought back a lot of memories. I, too, did the the overland trip to India. I left Maryland in March and returned in November. It was the most incredible 9 months of my life!Hi Sarah-Jane, Thanks for your comment. Haven't found a way to reply to you on your blog. You can contact me at: anarcholoko(at)yahoo(dot)co(dot)uk TonyHi, I loved your journal so far and am currently doing some research on the hippie trail for a radio piece and would be really interested in speaking to you about your experiences. Please let me know if you would be interested and I will e-mail you further details about the project. Many thanks SarahHi all ! feel after 35 years we are all gathering again ! During 1972 my sister and I intended to reach Katmandu, although run out of money in afghanistan and had to return. I wrote a book but never published it. Now I am 59 ( my sister 57) and when I re-read it, I feel so homesick of those times. The world is different without hippies !! Love you all, elena Trevelin, Patagonia ArgentinaWould you like to comment or ask a question?




