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The Tigris Expedition
                       of the United Nations, U-Thant, had granted me the right to sail Ra
                       I and Ra II under the UN flag, and his successor, Kurt Waldheim,
                       had kindly repeated the permission for my forthcoming expedition.
                       I had informed the United World Colleges that I wanted to give
                       priority to any of the crew of my previous reed-boat experiments
                       who cared to come along again, but I was prepared to draw reserves
                       from the United World Colleges. The headmasters of the various
                       colleges had therefore sent out a circular to former students,
                       enclosing a copy of the press release concerning my plans that had
                       just been circulated by the bbc Consortium. The teachers would
                       send me a list of recommendations selected from those graduate
                       students who applied.
                         It was great to be back at Broadlands and enjoy a meal in the
                       bright dining-room facing the park and its old giant trees. A tiny
                       tree, barely visible above the grass, I had planted myself on my last
                       visit, in accordance with the Admiral’s own tradition.
                         ‘Thor, would you believe that you have got me into international
                       trouble?’ Lord Mountbatten looked at me sternly as we took our
                       seats at table in the company of his adjutant and were served melon
                       by a butler in a naval uniform.
                         ‘Of course I believe that,’ I replied, laughing to show that of
                       course I did not believe.
                         ‘You have brought the anger of the Shah upon me,’ my host
                      continued calmly.
                         I laughed again and enjoyed my cool melon. ‘Of course, of
                      course!’
                         Lord Mountbatten stopped eating and looked at me: ‘What can I
                      do to make you realise that I am not joking?’ He sent his adjutant to
                      fetch a letter from the Imperial Court in Teheran. It was a long and
                      sharp protest against the wording of the circular from the United
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                      World Colleges concerning my planned reed-ship expedition. The
                      Iranian Ambassador to Great Britain had telephoned Lord Mount­
                      batten from London before the letter arrived, immediately the press
                      release from the bbc had been broadcast on radio and television. I
                      was quoted as planning to sail down the river Shatt-al-Arab into the
                      ‘Arabian Gulf’. How could an international college institution
                      headed by the Admiral of the Fleet use such a fictitious geographical
                      term? Was this the result of the growing tendency to flatter the
                      Arabs? The true and only name for this body of water was the
                      ‘Persian Gulf’, and it was indeed the British Admiralty that had
                      originally given the gulf this proper name.
                        I was sorry. This was an unforeseen problem for a reed-boat
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