I have been travelling in the north
of Sri Lanka for 4 days so didn’t get much of a chance to read emails, until today. I got one from Andrew McKie from the New Zealand Red Cross, informing me the Bill
Allison is still alive. I just could not believe it for I thought he died some years ago. Bill is 95 years of age and has been nothing short of a hero to me
ever since I heard about his exploits when I followed in his footsteps to Vietnam with the New Zealand Red
Cross, a year or so after he left. The NZRC operated for 4
consecutive years in Vietnam from 1968 to 1971.
Bill was sent to Vietnam in 1968 to liaise with the Vietnamese Red Cross to set up our field operation with displaced people in Binh Dinh province.
I was in the 4th New Zealand Red
Cross Refugee Welfare team in 1971 and Bill had left his post in Saigon by then, but he continued being a legend of a brave, gentle and helpful humanitarian. Then I read his books that just blew me away.
He is a very good friend of Jerry Talbot
and Moya McTamney who both worked for the IFRC in Geneva.
Bill and I never overlapped so it
wasn’t until 1979 that I met him in New Plymouth. We spent half a day together and I was fascinated by the stories he told me.
His two remarkable books, Kiwi Vagabond
and Kiwi at Large tell a story that reads more like fiction for what he has
done. This is from the dust jacket on
his book, Kiwi at Large
The
author, a New Zealander, leaves his homeland with £80. For nearly two years he
wanders alone over some 22,000 miles in twenty countries to gratify a life-long
curiosity about such fabulous cities as Babylon, Isfahan and Troy; to satisfy
his longing to see places where he had fought with his countrymen in the War;
and to trace six people he had known then – in Egypt, Italy and in prison camp
– whose present whereabouts are uncertain.
Twice,
for brief periods, he earns money, but it is insufficient for his needs. So he
travels rough, in seamy third-class Indian trains, in crowded Arab coaches; on
donkeys and a good deal on foot. His bed, sometimes under a tree or in a
Persian stable, is more often in peasants’ cottages, in Greek monasteries, in
Arab dives, in cheap hotels of shady character, in deserted ancient cities –
though occasionally in wealthy homes.
His
accounts of present-day experiences in Egypt, Libya, Crete and elsewhere are
interspersed with recollections of battles, of “cobbers” and of capture at
Belhamid, near Tobruk. In Eastern Europe he relates his adventures of today,
adding memoirs of Stalag VIIIA, or escapes, and of days with the Russian Army.
But whether his way leads into lost cities in Ceylon, into bawdy Baghdad lanes,
along the chariot-rutted streets of ancient Mycenae or Ephesus, into Istanbul
or Gallipoli or San Marino, he writes, against the backgrounds of their
colourful past and present, about the men, women and incidents he meets on the
way.
Outside
rear dust-wrapper
Errol (Bill) Allison was born at Wyndam in the far south of New Zealand in 1918. Both his
parents were New Zealand born; his father a blacksmith of direct Scottish
descent, his mother of Irish and Welsh. He was educated at Wyndam Primary
School and at Southland Boys’ High School, where his interests where athletics,
boxing, rugby and history. He worked on sheep farms before entering Dunedin
Teachers’ Training College, and then in 1939 volunteered for army service with
the First Echelon of the New Zealand Expeditionary Force.
Bill's signature can be seen in the New Zealand War Museum in Waiouru
He
served with the 20th Infantry Battalion in Egypt, Greece, Crete, Libya, and was
known to his “cobbers” as “Fox” and “Bill”. He was captured at Belhamid, Libya,
in 1941, and went from prison camps in Italy to Stalag VIIIA in Germany. After
escaping twice and being recaptured, he spent some weeks in a Gestapo gaol, and
eventually took the name and identity of a Belgian, Paul Pleeck, and met up
with the Russians in action.
He
returned to New Zealand in 1945, and taught in the country at Pleasant Valley,
South Canterbury. But his restlessness and urge to travel were too strong, and
he left New Zealand in 1954 to make the journey described in Kiwi at Large. He
has recently been in England, living at Hemel Hempstead, where he has been
writing, teaching occasionally in Hertfordshire Schools, and travelling as far
north as the Shetlands.
Contents
Part
one
The Road To Cairo
1. Farewell New Zealand
2. Sapphires, Curry and Temples: Ceylon
3. The Taj and the Smugglers: India, Kashmir, Pakistan
4. A Road through Isfahan: Iran
5. Back Gardens of Allah – and Babylon: Iraq, Jordan,
Syria, Lebanon
Part
two
“A Time for War and A Time for Peace”
1. Sisina and the Desert: Egypt
2. Blood on Belhamid: Libya
3. Wine with Anna: Crete
4. Gods, Wine and Mud: Greece
5. In Search of Bruno: Italy
6. Steady Swiss
7. The Dagger and the Red Star: Germany
8. Paul Pleeck, and the Calais Road: Belgium, France
Kiwi Vagabond
Inside front dust-wrapper
This book is the sequel to the author’s first book Kiwi at Large. It tells of the writer’s journey from England across Europe and Asia and the Pacific to his homeland in New Zealand. He set out with £300 and travelled some 25,000 miles. It is the story of a search across the world. A search for four people who had helped him when he was an escaped prisoner of war in Poland, and a pilgrimage to many places that had intrigued him for years: a village in Sicily, ancient Ithaca, Isphahan, Persepolis, Halicarnassos, Anzac, Kabul, a mountain in Kurdistan and Mandalay.
He travelled often on foot, sometimes on mule, in Greek caiques and Burmese sampans, in Arab and Afghan lorries and he followed many old roads, from Antioch to Damascus, from Kabul to Peshawar, from Ephesus to Istanbul. And he returned for the third time to his ”other home” which is Crete. It is a story of strange coincidences: he is arrested in the same mountain village in Poland where he was arrested by German police in 1944.
Contents
- Return to Galatas: Greece and Crete
- The Monastery of the Beginning of Life: Samos and Ephesus
- A Road to Gallipoli: Turkey
- The Turks, the Kurds and the Mountain: Kurdistan
- The Inn of Omar Khayyam: Persia
- Smugglers and Snuff: Afghanistan
- Guns, Gardens and Hyderabad: Pakistan
- Mother India
- Across Forbidden Frontiers: Burma
- Tea with Teetar: Thailand and Malaya
- The Indonesian Shores: Indonesia and New Guinea
- The Island of White Gold: Nauru
Dave Homewood wrote about meeting
Bill a few years ago. This is what he wrote.
On the second day I went and saw a great hero of mine, E.S.
“Bill” Allison. I discovered Bill’s story a few years back when I was shown a
letter he wrote, which lead me to tack down his books called Kiwi At Large and Kiwi
Vagabond. Bill was a schoolteacher in the bush before the war
but joined the Army in 1939 and went with the First Echelon to Egypt. He
described to me the whole setting up of Maadi Camp and the local town of Maadi,
etc, and the training they did and the early war situation. He then talked for
about an hour about the Greece campaign which was amazing to hear, as in my
opinion it’s so under rated compared with other big NZ battles like Crete,
Monte Cassino and El Alamain.
Bill was made the runner to Colonel Kippenberger, so he got to
see both sides of war, the front lines and the back room strateies going on. He
talked about the battles and the evacuation, and then the battles in Crete that
he was in. Bill then described the escape back to North Africa, and survivors
leave, and then the advance in the desert. He was captured at Sidi Reseq, along
with many other kiwis and he told me a little about his captivity. We’d filmed
for two and a half hours at this stage and he was getting tired. He’s 92,
so I was happy to break it off. I’d love to go back and record more though
because he had three years as a POW.
The amazing thing about Bill that I really wanted to talk more
about but didn’t get to, is after the war he couldn’t settle down at all
back in NZ. Eventually he decided he needed to change his life. In the
mid-1950′s he quit his job, sold all his things, raised about 60 pounds, and
set off on a ship for Australia. Once there he walked across Aussie, then
Asia, and he walked across India, onto Egypt, Greece and Crete. All the
way as well as visiting tourist places like the Taj Mahal, etc., he
also visited his own battle sites and the battlefields of ancient wars. He
lived in Crete for a few months with a girl he met there and her family. He
then moved on to Europe and went walking again and visited Italy (where he
tracked down one of his POW guards!!) and to Poland where he crossed to the
Soviet side to visit his old camp and was arrested, suspected of spying) and
then to France where at the Menin Gate he bumped ino another old Kiwi digger,
who was with his wife visiting his own WWI battle sites.
When he finally got to London he stayed there for about ten
years working, and he wrote his first book Kiwi At
Large all about his
travels thus far, and his wartime memories. Bill is essentially the first guy
to do the Kiwi OE budget trek across the world. He basically lived from hand to
mouth, staying at monestaries which were obliged to allow him a bed and a meal,
and also with people who took him in out of kindness, etc. It’s an incredible
book and an amazing story. He then got itchy feet in the 1960′s and walked back
home to New Zealand, visiting a few other places on the way, and that resulted
in the second book, Kiwi
Vagabond in the same
style. He’s one of the most fascinating people I’ve met and I hope to see him
again and get more on tape maybe.
The New Zealand Red Cross is
planning a reunion later in the year so I hope to meet Bill there. What a
remarkable life.
