1 - 27 May 1965

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1 - 27 May 1965 (Journey into Yesterday)

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June Bradley brings Paul to her parents' lavish home at Palm Beach. He meets Rachel Pike, and she invites him to stay on her private island .				Palm Beach, Saturday, May 1 Warmly received by the Bradleys, and I found myself becoming deeply touched by their hospitality. Maybe something I needed after the past two weeks. Never really moved in their circles, but they made me feel one of the family. Much questioning about my new life with special interest in the racing aspect. I think June just likes talking about Pete. She'd apparently been showing up at tracks around the world, but he seems quite comfortable with that, and I suppose that's the way she lives anyway. She's off to Japan on Monday. Have taken the time to unwind in the good company, and had a most interesting talk about California history with Rachel Pike, a VERY high-powered business woman. Steel-trap mind, but also very spontaneous. She was just visiting for the day, and then took off, but not before inviting me to come over to stay at her private island at the end of the month. One thing that was not mentioned by anyone was Kate, and she had more contact with the family than I did. Everyone was clearly tiptoeing around the subject. Today would have been our wedding day. I have written to her every week, but haven't heard anything back, but then, what can I expect? I thought of ringing her, but know that would be an ordeal for both of us. I'm sure it would be impossible to talk to her for ten minutes, and not let her know, and above everything, I have to keep the news from her In the end I rang Marcella to see if there was a message or anything else come in since the mail she sent to Pine Grove. She said there was a letter from Judge Haynes, and that it looked personal. Since it was at the office, I asked her to open it tomorrow and read it to me over the phone.
Paul receives news that one of his best friends, Doug Haynes, has gone missing in the New Guinea jungle				Palm Beach, Sunday, May 2 Marcella rang and read out a disturbing letter from Judge Haynes. Could it be that I might have outlived one of my best friends? He wrote that Doug has gone missing in the Pacific, and the Judge went looking for him, but collapsed in the jungle, and had to return home. I rang the Judge immediately, and asked if I could help - maybe go out looking for Doug in New Guinea myself. He sounded so feeble, this man of iron, and said he would be grateful for anything I could do. He said that he would telegraph me details, as he was unable to continue speaking. Contacted a travel agent immediately, and was able to get on the same flight as June up to Tokyo, then on to New Guinea. I wonder if Doug is alive.
Journey into Yesterday With the intention of searching for his dear friend, anthropologist Doug Haynes, Paul flies to Tokyo with June Bradley, and on to New Guinea where he meets his guide Carl Hague				Miami - Tokyo - New Guinea, Monday - Wednesday, May 3 - 5 I can understand why Pete doesn't mind having June around. She's a wonderful conversationalist, but not chatting away incessantly, as she'd brought along a lot of business papers to study. We both read a lot, and then exchanged books, and it was a pretty good way to while away the air miles. June has a very interesting job, trouble-shooting for her father's companies, and said that if I did end up going to Rachel Pike's house party at the end of the month, I could find her in the company suite at the Tampa Hilton. Along the way, she suggested that I might find it handy to keep a room in her Paris apartment as a kind of base. She says that she's hardly ever there, but that I could also avail of the concierge services of the building to handle my mail and messages, as Pete did too. She smiled shyly (this girl can turn from businesslike to demure in a second), admitting that she'd had a crush on him since she was 13 - and he 24 - but had finally taken matters into her own hands when an 18-year-old Stanford sophomore. He was the one man for her, and she is apparently biding her time until he realizes that she is the one woman for him. Meanwhile, what a lot of competition! On arrival in Tokyo, all I was looking forward to was sleeping lying down. The Bradleys keep a hotel suite at the Pacific, and what a welcome sight the bed was to offer some rest for another long journey on to New Guinea. Even if I had the energy for a night on the Ginza, my spirits are too low for frolic. After three full days of travelling, a sea plane finally brought me to Sukarnapura, or what used to be called Hollandia, and it was certainly culture shock after so many hours straight in the sterile world of planes and airport lounges. With my internal clock still on Florida time, I sought out Carl Hague, and found him slumped in the hotel bar. The guide was just as the judge described him, and was waiting for me. He seemed more interested in drink than anything else, but nevertheless assured me that everything was organized for our departure , and I was happy to collapse into the bed as soon as terms were settled.
They fly to Wyumena and wait for forward transport into the jungle				Hollandia - Wyumena, Thursday - Friday, May 6 - 7 Hague was a changed man when I met him at lunch the next day - neatly dressed and clean shaven, the soul of efficiency with our charter plane stocked and ready for takeoff. He flew the craft along the course of a river, and landed at the village of Wyumena. Everything below us was jungle, and lush as it was, I took advantage of the monotonous scenery to catch up on some more sitting-up sleep, waking to find it storming outside. We had fairly reasonable accommodations in Wyumena, but I was dreading the forward journey in the rainy conditions. However, I awoke to bright sunshine. Hague made arrangements with the natives, and ordered a truck for the following day. I allowed myself to wander outside the village with a local to get a feeling for the jungle and the mentality of the people, but my guide was as impenetrable as the rain forest. Nevertheless, as far an outpost as this was, the people were well able to cater to travelers' needs and communicate with them. And the children - they were like kids anywhere. Also tried to get to know Hague a little better, but he seems too slippery to pin down. I have no illusions about the danger before us, and just can't help but wonder how much I could depend on him in a crisis.
They travel deeper into the jungle by truck.				Wyumena - Namgai Mountains, Saturday - Tuesday , May 8 - 11 The truck arrived to take us the next hundred miles of the journey right after breakfast, and we made good time. Hague had everything organized, including getting our truck forded across the Omi River. The natives were all friendly and helpful, and it was a sight to behold. Hague, while not softening up, has become more companionable. Far from being the derelict he appeared at our first meeting, he has turned out to be an intellectual with many thoughts on the moral basis of the so-called primitive societies we are passing through. He's extremely well-versed in anthropology, and given me much to think about. I can imagine how much he and Doug would have gotten along In this way, he's become a friend by osmosis, but though he has been silent on Doug's fate, I sense that he is not optimistic, leaving me with little hope. Things got a little tougher after we crossed the mountains, and it was bumpy as hell, with the road encroached by grass in many places. The only way to converse was by shouting, so I gave up, and used the time for meditation. I kept wondering how Judge Haynes could have withstood this gruelling journey, but must realize that he would do anything for his only son. And I know that the goal of finding Doug has acted as a shock absorber on a lot of this trip, the objective overwhelming the hardships.
They cross the Lye River, the point at which Judge Haynes had to give up the search for his son, and within hours are in Bosavis territory. Hague accidentally shoots one of the tribe, and he and Paul are captured and held.				Bosavis settlement, Wednesday, May 12 When we got to the Lye River we had to leave the truck behind. The natives took our provisions across in their canoes, and we were accompanied to the other side by a pair of patrol officers, but they made the return crossing, and left us on our own with two native bearers. For all we have endured, this is the real beginning of the journey, and Hague told me that the judge was too ill to disembark, and the search for Doug had ended there. It is where I took up his mission - one that is just as much my own. It was like entering another world, another age. Later I was writing this while dinner was being prepared, and then a sequence of events started which has brought us precipitously into a totally threatening situation. We were joking about the standard of the food when Hague heard a wild turkey call, and took the opportunity to get some of her eggs. When we got back to our camp, it was a mess, and Hague said to be alert, as the damage was probably done by a wild boar. We got out our guns, and when Hague heard a noise in the bushes, he fired, but hit a native boy. I ran to see if we could help him, and we were immediately surrounded by Bosavis warriors. They took us back to their village, and placed us under a kind of house arrest. Hague thinks it's likely that they'll kill us if the boy dies, and has tried various ploys like offering shells and medical attention. These are the very people whom Doug came to study, and Judge Haynes got within a few hours of them. Amongst the tribe is a fellow named arrago who speaks Pigeon, and I'm hoping to ask him if he saw Doug or knows where he might have gone. But for the moment, we are concentrated on our own survival. It looks like it's going to be a long night while the tribe deliberates our fate, and maybe a little shut eye is in order.
Paul and Hague make a brief escape, and Hague suggests that Paul, with only a short time to live, say that it was he who shot the boy. Just as the execution is about to take place, he does this, but the chief knows that's not true. Hague makes a last-minute escape, and the tribe declares him to have died. Paul finds Doug Haynes' grave, and parts with the tribe. A short time trekking in the jungle, and he discovers that Hague survived after all.				Bosavis settlement, Thursday, May 13 Some time after midnight I was awakened and asked to present myself to the chief. Then we found out that the boy had died, and Warrago made it plain that Hague was to be executed. We were able to make an escape from the village, but got caught in a bear pit, and were returned to the village in a half hour. Hague told me that he'd read a letter I've been carrying from Gene Mason, and put it point blank to me that I should claim to have shot the boy, since Hague had more time to live, and of the two of us, was the only one who'd be able to make his way out of the jungle. Wherever there is a possibility of life, I will go there, and could never accept his proposition. He started talking about his family then, a wife and children in Australia, but I just couldn't - or didn't want to - find him credible. In the morning, we were walked to the place of execution. All Hague's words had been pounding in my head as I tried to get a couple hours sleep, my mind absorbing the logic that I couldn't make it out on my own, and my heart thinking about his family. At the last moment I came forward and said that I had shot the boy, but it was of no help because the child had apparently told the chief before he died that it was the blond man. But Hague used the moment of controversy to escape. The warriors chased after him, but came back reporting that he had drowned. After the chief declared me to be a free man, we began walking back to the village, and came to a cross marking a grave. It was Doug's. Warrago said that he had tried to make the grave like the ones he'd seen for American soldiers, his way of attempting to give Doug a respectful burial appropriate for his religion. Saying that Doug had come to trade, Warrago left me sure that he had enjoyed the tribe's hospitality. (“Teacher Fella friend. Teacher Fella eat here.”) Warrago said that Doug had caught a fever, but they weren't able to save him, and Warrago placed Doug's ID bracelet on the cross. I held it in my hand, feeling I'd lost a brother, and asked if I could take it to give to his father. After parting from the tribe, I made a stab at going in the direction of the river, but wasn't long on the road when alerted by something in a tree. It was Hague. He'd swum a distance under water and escaped after all. We came across some remnants of our campsite, but the bearers had taken most things back with them. Still, we were able to salvage enough to make a safer place to stay for the night. Hague said that we'd made at least a third of the distance to the Lye.
Hague and Paul leave the uncontrolled territories and cross the Lye.				Nagai settlement, Friday, May 14 We made good progress, and the time passed quickly as we talked more personally, for the first time since our meeting in the bar. To my immense surprise, I learned that in addition to studying anthropology at Cambridge, Hague also had an Australian law degree, his father a judge in Melbourne. He had only practiced briefly, and retired even younger than I did - at the age of 25 - when Hague senior died. Hague said he felt he'd met all due obligations to his father, and should now be able to pursue his own life. But now, he admitted philosophically, he'd reached another turning point, and was ready for something new. And just as he said that, we saw the banks of the Lye, It was still light, and we signalled to the other side to bring us over. The natives were most surprised to see us after the reports that came back with our bearers, but they appeared to take it all in their stride, and quickly had our truck fuelled and ready to go. They treated us to great hospitality, but I was too tired to enjoy much of it after being up all night and trekking all day. It is amazing. We only crossed a river, and yet, though still in the middle of the jungle, I feel we've returned to civilization.
They make the return journey to Hollandia				Lye River to Hollandia Saturday - Thursday, May 15 - 20 In the long hours of the return journey I have thought all too much of my own mortality after the loss of my friend's life. Doug traveled in these regions so much, and slipped past death's shadow so many times. I'd been listening to his tales of close shaves in jungle communities since our undergraduate days, and always made the connection that the farther a field one went, the more precarious life would be. I've certainly found that out myself in little over a month of travel - coming in greatest danger in my own country. And I have to keep asking myself if there is something in my sub conscious that is propelling me on this road to let fate do the job I could not complete with my revolver. One thing I have surely learned on this trip is that I should not allow room for long periods in one place - especially where there is time to think - as on our endless drive through the jungle. Conversation is impossible with the noise of the vehicle, and deepest meditation is not an option with all the jolting. I have seen sights on this trip which will enrich every day left to me, and in Carl Hague have found a friend who will always remind me of the sides of Doug I never knew so well. Despite the variety of terrain and peoples, we arrived back in Hollandia without incident, my mind filled with all the smiles and waves that populated our journey back.
Paul informs Doug's local associates of his death and parts with Hague, then flies on to Tokyo where he overnights before going to Florida.				Hollandia - Tokyo - Tampa Friday - Tuesday, May 21 - 25 Spent one last day in New Guinea, resting up for the long trip back. Met the associates in Hollandia who worked with Doug, and confirmed the news they'd expected. They said they would pack up his things, and send them to the judge. Hague has decided to go to Australia, and we talked about future possibilities for both of us. “We'll meet again,” he said optimistically in parting for my flight to Japan. Arrived in Tokyo early enough to do some sight seeing and buy a kimono for Kate. Also visited a couple old haunts from my Air Force days. How it's changed! Bigger, faster, brighter. Would have liked to spend some time traveling out in the countryside, but want to take up Rachel Pike's invitation. After the jungle, it's like stepping into a whole new life to be in Japan, and I'm starting to focus on my racing rendezvous with Pete in Paris. Somehow, I slept through most of the flight across the Pacific, and stopped in Honolulu to avoid flying into San Francisco. Just not ready for that yet. Transferred to a Los Angeles flight, and felt perky enough to continue on to Tampa. Contacted Rachel, and she said that she'd send her sea plane to bring me to the island on Wednesday. Rang Marcella when I got to Tampa. She informed me that the firm wanted me to come back and finish up some work on an estate that I could do faster and better than anyone else. The letter was sitting on her desk to post. I told her to mail everything that had come in to the Ritz in Paris, and gave her Rachel's number for an emergency. Going home is something that I want to think long and hard about.
Paul visits Rachel Pike on her private island				St. Andrews , Wednesday - Thursday, May 26 - 27 What a fine lady Rachel is. A gracious hostess in every way, and a panorama of interesting guests. At least I had something to contribute to the conversation with my tales of New Guinea. Rachel has dazzled me with her spectacular library of volumes on California history along with a little museum of artefacts from prehistoric times to the present. Between the books, fine wines and delicious Caribbean food, these days with Rachel and her friends have been thoroughly stimulating. She's leaving early tomorrow, but as a parting shot this evening, invited me to come along on her annual Mediterranean cruise. Though the time here was all too brief, these two days have totally refreshed me for more adventures.

28 May - 3 June 1965 (Racing Deal with Pete Gaffney - The Girl Next Door is a Spy)