As told to Elisabeth Easther

I took my first trip overseas when dad, a geology professor, had his sabbatical in Cambridge. Sailing on a great ocean liner, it took six weeks from Wellington to Southampton via the Panama Canal. I was 9, so just old enough to remember. We were there for a year before coming home on the Himalaya through the Suez Canal. As kids, we paid no attention to first or second class and we went everywhere. I spent lots of time on the bridge and the first mate taught me to play chess. As we went over