5.0 out of 5 stars The Sixties and early Seventies were the last times that one could enjoy the waning privileges and perks of post-colonialism ByKeith Lorenzon December 11, 2017 Format: Paperback Tony Buxton has an appealing way of describing his many foreign adventures in an exciting life, mainly in Southeast Asia. While exploring the pristine waters, playing polo with sultans in Malaysia, buying and selling hotels and farms in Thailand, hobnobbing with the rich and famous, he does not seem to lose his sense of wonder: Is this really happening to me? The Sixties and early Seventies were the last times that one could enjoy the waning privileges and perks of post-colonialism: in a world not yet spoiled by modernization, globalization, mass tourism, and pollution. If you want to bask in the redolent atmosphere of the disappeared good old days in the lost tradition of Stevenson, Maugham, Conrad, and a bit of Noel Coward, read about Tony's exploits....whether you are, or were, a diver or not. His almost naive quality of conveying numerous encounters with danger as well as beautiful women, princes, imposters and heads of state, actresses and adventurers, makes this armchair tale a wonderful transport into the realm of wishful fantasy. But a fantasy that existed! One person found this helpful Helpful Report abuse5.0 out of 5 starsFive Stars ByPaul Brunningon November 3, 2017 Format: Paperback This is Tony's third book, and just as fascinating as the others. What a life..! Helpful Comment