Rhodesia, July 1960



In the late afternoon, Phil Murray dropped Richard and me in Umtali, and we stayed overnight with my father’s former anaesthetics practice partner, Gerry Hochschild, and his wife Nan. I had run out of film and couldn’t afford to buy a new Kodachrome cassette, but Gerry kindly gave Richard and me a pound (the equivalent of £21 in 2017!), and on Wednesday morning, 13 July 1960, he drove us into Umtali where I bought a roll of black-and-white film. Gerry then dropped us on the road that heads south out of Umtali, and Richard and I started hitch-hiking again. I noted in my diary that I bought the black-and-white film “mainly for …