So, what was it like? Well here is ‘the tour’ of the
good, the bad and the best.
The exhibition was on three floors, dominated by trade
stands selling pretty much what you’d expect, like
holidays, trips, equipment, and activities for hot places,
cold places, anywhere you care to mention. “Have a
Go’s” included scuba diving in a large paddling
pool, but there was nothing to see except blue walls and
the instructors legs, and they weren’t worth getting wet
for. The glider simulator was popular as was the
polystyrene ‘ice’ wall. You got to wear all the gear, ice
boots, picks, helmet the lot. I saw quite a few nervous
women being coaxed up by young and handsome instructors.
I’m pretty sure the same women went back three or four
times! Kids had their own climbing wall and were all over
it like demented squirrels.
Good bits were free calendars from National Geographic
and an excellent photo gallery. Poor bits were coffee at
£1.60 a cup and no decent end of show bargains. There was a
distinct lack of ‘chill out’ space. In fact the
Globetrotters stand was the only place with table and
chairs where I felt you could sit, relax and chat to fellow
travellers, like Dick, Iona and Matt.
There were six talk rooms and a colossal 82 were
scheduled over the weekend. I was truly spoilt for choice,
but concurrent sessions meant hard choices. I managed 15
talks and that was going it some. Many were ”what to
see“ and “where to go”, places like Peru,
Japan and others were more about the journey on two or four
wheels or on foot (or with a mule) and even longer RTW on a
kite or a horse. The practical talks on photography,
health, travel writing, survival, gap years and
volunteering were standing room only.
Overall the talks were excellent but some stood out for
other reasons. One speaker sat with his back square to the
audience. I was tempted to usher out the audience – he
would not have noticed. Timekeeping wasn’t special either.
I made a mental note to write to the organisers and ask
them to brief speakers on the basics, or better still pay
me to give them a lesson.
Best in show? The talk titled ‘Near Death’ by Benedict
Allen, the explorer. He sported a pale blue shirt and beige
trousers, the ‘relaxed, crinkled’ look. Launching straight
in, without notes, he recounted anecdotes from his many
expeditions. Stunning images of people, animals, scenery,
claustrophobic and desolate by turn, flicked upon the
screen. We lived with him being shot at, learning jungle
skills from children, taking part in rituals, struggling
with stubborn camels and making difficult decisions. Like
having to eat his dog to stay alive. ‘He was my friend’ He
added quietly. I wondered how desperate I’d have to be to
eat mine and couldn’t help a huge surge of sadness.
Scary, funny, sad shocking, exciting and much more. He,
in his kind and easy manner, guided and supported us
through a world of experience and emotion. At the end I
couldn’t work out why my eyes felt peculiar, dry, sort of.
Then I realized. I hadn’t blinked.
I came away brimming with ideas, copious notes and lots
of inspiration. I couldn’t ask for more than that.