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Sep 6

TRAVEL

Posted on Wednesday, September 6, 2023 in travel

Considering I hadn’t set foot on an aeroplane before I was 30, I have more than made up for it, racking up the air miles since.

As a traveller, travel writer and a travel guide, in the intervening decades I’ve been collecting passport stamps from Mexico to the Marquesas, including, especially, Vietnam.

You’ll find links to many of my adventures HERE.

Nov 10

TRAVEL: Are we there yet?

Posted on Saturday, November 10, 2018 in travel

Considering I hadn’t set foot on an aeroplane before I was 30, it’s remarkable that in the intervening decades I have begun to enjoy travel for its own sake.DSC_3530

My partner Sue is even more of a travel addict so we tend to clock up the air miles whenever we can.  Our philosophies, however, take us in different directions.  When we have been somewhere we like, I want to go back, she wants to find somewhere new.

Being writers, of course, we write about these places and have been published in the travel pages of the Sydney Morning Herald, the Sun-Herald, the Australian Financial Review, the Australian and too many magazines to mention.

For the past few years I have been a guest lecturer in travel writing at Boston University’s Sydney campus, introducing young American students to the joys of writing about something you love … and, if you’re lucky, getting paid for it.

Meanwhile, I have become a bit of a Vietnam addict and have even started leading tours there.  All of which has led to the creation of my website www.mildrover.com where you can find stories and pictures from some of the places I have been.  There are also details of my next tour of Vietnam, for readers and writers, in October 2016.

You will find most of my travel stuff by clicking on MildRover.com but there
are still a few pieces HERE. You can read more about Sue on her website.

Jun 26

Vietnam Romance and Intrigue

Posted on Sunday, June 26, 2016 in Books, Featured, travel

Ever since I led my first tour to Vietnam I have had this sneaking sense of unease.  I don’t at all understand why the Australian government so willingly joined America’s war in Vietnam but I do get why Australian troops went there, especially the ‘Nashos” (National Servicemen).

Britain decided not to get involved (we had a Labour government at the time) but since we Brits had basically created the bloody mess by handing the country back to the French, rather than the Vietnamese, at the end of World War II, our hands aren’t exactly unbloodied.

Another thing that intrigues me is why so many Vietnamese (especially in the south) are so welcoming of Australian tourists. But I suppose a story told by someone I met on my second visit kind of sums it up. His father and Grandfather had fought on opposite sides in the “American War”.  When the south fell to the Viet Cong, the father was evacuated out, leaving his family, and given a new life in the USA.

Years later, the father came back to Saigon and the grandfather came south from Hanoi to see his son again. It was a meeting they both longed for and dreaded.  But then the grandfather said: “We both fought for what we believed in and that’s all that matters.”

My next tour,  Vietnam Romance and Intrigue, will try to see beyond the battlefields and bravado. Sure we’ll see the tunnels at Cu Chi – we know their story better than most – but we’ll also visit families in Saigon and Hanoi to find out how they are living now.

Mainly we’ll be following inthe footsteps of Graham Greene and his novel The Quiet American, visiting the locations in the book as well as the 2001 Phil Noyce directed Michael Caine move, and soaking up the splendours of Ha Long Bay as deepicted so spectaculalrly in the 1992 film Indochine (starring Catherine Deneuve) .

It’s a varied itinerary and you can find out more by clicking HERE.

Nov 29

The first Tunnel Rats tour

Posted on Friday, November 29, 2013 in Books, travel

In February 2012, Sandy MacGregor and I, as co-authors of the best-selling military adventure Tunnel Rats, led  a select group of travellers to where Aussie troops were based in Vietnam, working hard, playing harder, and creating the legend of the Tunnel Rats.

That tour, which had guests ranging from young blokes in their 20s to one lady in her 70s,  was a huge success. Not so much a tour for former for former Tunnel Rats  this was for those who’d read the book or heard some of the stories and want to see for themselves. Led by Sandy and me, the group followed the Tunnel Rat trail from the tunnels of Cu Chi to the former base at Nui Dat and from the beaches of Vung Tau to the nightspots of Saigon.

Sandy and I are both experienced and, dare I say it,  entertaining public speakers on a variety of topics. I was happy to talk about writing Tunnel Rats and its sequel A Sappers War, as well as my other writing exploits.  But Sandy was what made this trip unique.

As a young Army Engineer, Sandy commanded 3 Field Troop, and he was the one who decided they should go down the tunnels and investigate what was there (when Americam troops were specifically forbidden from doing so), making them the original Tunnel Rats. Sandy was awarded the Military Cross for his leadership and achievements.

We were lucky to be joined by author and journalist Mark Dapin who was researching his own book, as a well as a feature on Sandy for Good Weekend magazine which you can read HERE 

Our first trip blazed the trail and included some unexpected discoveries that filled our days (but ate into our downtime).  Two of our guests wrote a piece for their local paper – you can read that HERE.

I am organising another tour which will take in the tunnels (of course) but is also looking at Vietnam and its people today.  I’m calling it Vietnam: Then and Now and we are putting together a package that should interest travellers of any inclination.

And Sandy and I are working with Military History Tours too create a programme that is much more focussed on the American War (as it is called in Vietnam) and you can read about that here.

Nov 29

Travel

Posted on Friday, November 29, 2013 in Featured, travel

I’ve done a bit of travel writing in my time and in recent years I have even become a travel guide, taking my own tour to Vietnam (with Sandy MacGregor, to retrace the footsteps of the sappers of 3 Field troop, celebrated in Tunnel Rats and A Sappers War.

Here’s the best of what I’ve had published, the tour I led and one I plan for the near future.

TRAVEL

Considering I hadn’t set foot on an aeroplane before I was 30, I have more than made up for it, racking up the air miles since. As a traveller, travel writer and a travel guide, in the intervening decades I’ve been collecting passport stamps from Mexico to the Marquesas, including, especially, Vietnam. You’ll find links […]

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TRAVEL: Are we there yet?

Considering I hadn’t set foot on an aeroplane before I was 30, it’s remarkable that in the intervening decades I have begun to enjoy travel for its own sake. My partner Sue is even more of a travel addict so we tend to clock up the air miles whenever we can.  Our philosophies, however, take […]

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Vietnam Romance and Intrigue

Ever since I led my first tour to Vietnam I have had this sneaking sense of unease.  I don’t at all understand why the Australian government so willingly joined America’s war in Vietnam but I do get why Australian troops went there, especially the ‘Nashos” (National Servicemen). Britain decided not to get involved (we had […]

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The first Tunnel Rats tour

In February 2012, Sandy MacGregor and I, as co-authors of the best-selling military adventure Tunnel Rats, led  a select group of travellers to where Aussie troops were based in Vietnam, working hard, playing harder, and creating the legend of the Tunnel Rats. That tour, which had guests ranging from young blokes in their 20s to one […]

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Travel

I’ve done a bit of travel writing in my time and in recent years I have even become a travel guide, taking my own tour to Vietnam (with Sandy MacGregor, to retrace the footsteps of the sappers of 3 Field troop, celebrated in Tunnel Rats and A Sappers War. Here’s the best of what I’ve […]

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Confessions of a Venice Virgin

Back in September 1999 (was it really that long ago?) Sue and I went to the Venice Film Festival. It was her second time and my first. As a Venice Virgin I found it exhausting and exhilarating in equal parts, as I hope this piece I wrote for the brilliant Urban Cinefile website conveys. It’s […]

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Mar 13

Confessions of a Venice Virgin

Posted on Friday, March 13, 2009 in travel, Uncategorized

being_john_malkovich_posterBack in September 1999 (was it really that long ago?) Sue and I went to the Venice Film Festival. It was her second time and my first. As a Venice Virgin I found it exhausting and exhilarating in equal parts, as I hope this piece I wrote for the brilliant Urban Cinefile website conveys. It’s interesting reading it back after all this time – did I really think Stephan Elliott’s movie Eye Of The Beholder was that good? And how could I have missed Hilary Swank who, back then, was giving one-on-one interviews to anyone who cared.
Hello, Darling, mwah-mwah! Ciao bella, mwah-mwah! Welcome to the Air-kissing Olympics.
Everywhere you look at the Venice Film Festival somebody is being greeted, farewelled, stroked, smooched and shmoozed with a Double Bay Headbut (it’s the opposite of a Glasgow kiss but with as much genuine affection).
The streets are thick with Armani, Versace and Valentino as immaculately dressed hunks and elegant divas paw and peck each other … and that’s just the Italian journos. In fact, the current trend for stars to dress down means the scruff next to you in the queue for the gents is more likely to be a celeb than the guy in the thousand buck suit and designer shades – he’s the doorman.
Yes, the film world has made its annual migration to Venice or, to be more precise, Lido, a salami-thin streak of an island 20 minutes by boat from St Marks Square and the Rialto Bridge. Most of the place looks a bit like an Aussie seaside suburb Sorrento or Coogee, maybe, before the bulldozers moved in. But on the glitsy strip between the Salon Des Bains and Excelsior hotels, it’s pure Hollywood.
While mobs of star-struck fans look on, palefaced reviewers emerge blinking into brilliant sunshine after their umpteenth screening – the movies start at 8 am and finish about 2 am the next day – and rush off to another press conference, another “round table”, another piadini and aqua minerale, con gas, per favore.
The round tables are interesting. Laughingly called “interviews” you can find yourself with as many as a dozen other journos from different countries, sitting round a besieged star who may be enthused about their new movie or may only be fulfilling their contractual obligations. In maybe only twenty minutes you have to squeeze your questions in between a local pop mag writer who can’t tell the difference between celluloid and cellulite and a black-clad post-modernist with an intense goatee asking Cameron Diaz about the subliminal opera motif in My Best Friend’s Wedding.
This is one area where fortune favours the brave , or at least the brash, and aggressive loudmouths (like yours truly) can verbally elbow their way in and get their question answered before the others realise the session has started. But this does occasionally have its down side.
Mike Leigh, the grumpily egalitarian director of Secrets And Lies and one of this year’s surprise hits, Topsy Turvy, told me to shut up and let somebody else ask a question. At the other extreme, John Malkovich fixed me with his intense, brain-numbing stare and for a terrifying five minutes – OK, it may only have been five seconds – it was just him and me, chatting, with an audience of six reporters relieved that he hadn’t picked on them.
The worst session so far was with JM’s Being John Malkovich co-star Cameron Diaz and director Spike Jonze. First of all, they got back late from lunch, then they reorganised us into bigger groups with less time so the stars wouldn’t have to stay late (poor things) then they spent the whole afternoon having a whale of a time at their interviewers’ expense.
I was in the first group where we managed, just, to stop it descending into farce. Jonze was filming everybody and he and Diaz were answering each other’s questions “hilariously”. But that’s what happens when you have the hottest movie with the biggest stars in town; you can do what you want. In my group we did the unforgivable and talked over the top of them to force them to answer the questions. Apparently, by the time the fourth group sat down with them, the whole thing had unravelled completely and the exercise was pointless. And they wonder why journalists are always trying to put them down. Next time, Spike and Cam, you get a smack.
I know, I know … interviewing Cameron Diaz in Venice? How tough can life be? But it’s not as if she asked me out on a date. And while I was interview number one for her, she was interview number 127 that MORNING for me.
All right, I exaggerate. But it’s not all sucking up to spunky celebs. Malkovich was hard work, Dervla (Ballykissangel) Kirwan was charming but reserved, Mike Leigh was rude but brilliantly insightful, actors Jim Broadbent and Allan Corduner (Gilbert and Sullivan in Topsy Turvy) were entertaining, Aussie director Stephan Elliott was frighteningly indiscreet, Boys Don’t Cry director Kimberley Peirce was surprisingly charming when I didn’t know who she was or what her excellent movie was about and the bitch in Fox publicity who doesn’t like Australians is in for a surprise when I pass the message on to her boss.
But it’s been a fascinating first week. Tom and Nicole came and went, leaving Eyes Wide Shut and a lasting impression that Nicole’s stature is growing both as a person and an actor. Woody Allen didn’t come (he never does) but his new pic Sweet And Lowdown did and received a huge ovation. Actually, Woody’s name on the opening credits was enough to get the crowd cheering and clapping; they love him in Europe. And Sweet And Lowdown is a gem of a movie so it was well deserved.
In between Tom and Nic’s departure and Woody’s non-arrival, Topsy Turvy, Mike Leigh’s surprising backstage look at Gilbert and Sullivan won raves, as did Boys Don’t Cry, the true story of a troubled teenage girl, played by Hilary Swank, who decides she’s a boy (NOT a lesbian) and suffers horribly as a consequence. Being John Malkovich – the bizarre tale of a puppeteer who finds a portal into the actor’s brain and takes over his life – was the best movie to be shown. Sadly, Holy Smoke, Jane Campion’s story of religious cults and a self-righteous rescue mission, staring Kate Winslet and Harvey Keitel, was one of the most disappointing.
Stephan Elliott’s polished, sexy thriller, Eye Of The Beholder will do nothing to ease the pressures on him to take the money and “go Hollywood”. Aussie actress Gosia Dobrowolska’s decision to take the script and “go Poland” has paid off with a compelling performance in actor-director Jerzy Stuhl’s A Week In A Life Of A Man.
There were a lot of “soft” fims around. Mike Winterbottom’s Irish comedy romance With Or Without You, starring Dervla Kirwan and Christopher Eccleston, was a pleasant slice of whimsy while Meryl Streep’s violin teacher in the ghetto biopic Music Of The Heart was as earnest, uplifting and, ultimately, cloying and sugary as its title suggested it might be. Lasse Haalstrom’s film of John Irving’s The Cider House Rules, starring Michael Caine, was visually sumptuous but emotionally disconnected and failed to match the strength of the novel.

Brad and Edward in Fight Club

Brad and Ed in Fight Club

With stars, publicists and increasingly frazzled looking journalists still milling around the terrace at the Excelsior (coffee nine, count them, nine dollars, grazie) the rest of the week is a race to see the films you’ve written off but which others rate. There’s a buzz of anticipation with Melanie Griffith and Antonio Banderas (back, ladies) bringing his directorial debut Crazy In Alabama to town, as well as the arrival of Brad Pitt in The Fight Club and Kiwi director Alison MacLean’s competition entry Jesus’ Son.
Otherwise, it’s been so far, so good. You can get a decent cup of coffee for a decent price at one of the many outdoor bars around, provided you’re prepared to stand (I call them knee-tremblers). And to date I’ve only once found myself in the wrong cinema looking at the wrong film with zero minutes to get to where I should have been when the titles started to roll.
Oops, must dash. I’ve got another press conference in a minute, then a screening. Ciao, darlings, mwah-mwah! Waiter, get me a gondola!