Earlier I mentioned my dad’s passport. It is, of course, quite expired, but it has held up well all these years. I’m not quite sure how given the, let’s just say, uneven nature of my life twixt Borneo and now.
If you are wondering how to picture my dad during this time, check out the scan of his passport (sans ID number and signature). Most of his life, at least with me, he wore a full beard and that’s really how I remember him.
I’ll be tracking our journey using the visa stamps later on, but for now, here’s my dad as he appeared in early 1962.
Slower, cheaper, less useful…