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WHAT I have written.
It’s about me becoming a freelance foreign correspondent. I left Australia, alone and for the first time in the mid-1970s determined to try my luck as a foreign correspondent. The Philippines was my destination but for the first two years I travelled through six Southeast Asian countries. At one time, I ventured four days upriver in Borneo where I met ex-headhunters whose children had never seen a white person before. When I arrived in the Philippines, I was alone, unknown, and unsupported by any media company. It was up to me to find the stories, and there were many. For 10 years (1977-87) I reported on the dictatorship of President Ferdinand E. Marcos, his political stranglehold over the country, the corruption, the human rights abuses, the cronyism, and the economic plunder of the nation. I saw Marcos at the peak of his powers, and I watched when he was overthrown in a People Power revolution in 1986.