Trý túsund nætur og trinnar
Our English superiors were all “veterans of the upper class” who insisted on changing their attire before settling down for dinner, even if the food at times almost disappeared in gusts of sand, or rather clouds of powder, for it wiggled its way into everything and almost hid it, even if every slit was covered.
Tenting was simple and yet, at times, tough, such as when we were snowed in on the highlands in winter or when, in the summer heat of the deserts of the lowlands, our engines failed and we almost died of thirst and were attacked.
My last book Meg minnist og ørminnist 2 concluded with a question, when I was about to depart for Eastern lands: “And what lies ahead for me?”
And with that question, finally reached what I originally had planned to write about, my years in the Middle East, 1956-62. In this volume I begin my answer, covering the years 1956-57, when I was employed by the English consultants, John Mowlem & Co., Ltd., which covers the years 1956-57. I worked in a tent camp with Nigel Smith from New Zealand and Robert – Bob – Hind from Britain. We were three, newly hatched engineers in foreign, unknown lands.