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So, I spent the remainder of Saturday at the rooftop pool in Terminal 1 at Changi Airport. It was 27'C both in and out of the water, so just nicely warm against your skin, but still refreshing. I met a nice young Architect on his way home to Sydney and we chatted for a couple of hours while treading water in the shade. (The European tourists all ( Read more... )

The last two days have focussed on domestic affairs. There was laundry. (Hooray!) There was shopping for food. There was baking of cake. There was pasta with florentine sauce. There was knitting.  In between I had lunch with my friend, Jean, and bought a couple of pairs of jeans ( Read more... )

 Today in Cambridge I and my traveling companion ( Read more... )

I report from a Starbucks in Bloomsbury, London. (I am justly punished, the coffee is undrinkable,) About to begin my onslaught on the British Museum. It's all of 10 minutes walk from the apartment - if you walk quite slowly and wait for the traffic lights before crossing the road, which is desirable.

The Endsleigh Apartments are two blocks from ( Read more... )

The day started well with a massage from the wonderful Veronica at Leaf House. She unkinked my many travel kinks, and the couple of extras inflicted by the fall from the car yesterday.

In the afternoon took a trip out today with the Host Family Robinson.

Heading out we passed a high-class sofa manufacturer hoping to get some new sofa covers. Failed ( Read more... )

It's now Friday morning - for another few minutes - and I've arrived safely and in one piece. Had no trouble with immigration, although they did ask about the stamp on my passport from last time.

My itinerary was Melbourne-Singapore-Dubai-London, with an extra stop at Colombo, Sri Lanka after Singapore.  It broke the legs up nicely:  8hrs to ( Read more... )

In a month I'll be returning to lose myself in Arcadia once more.  A shorter visit this time, and my return date is dictated by my employer so I trust Border Authority will let me in.

 Being the ever-so-slightly over-conscientious type, I have begun my packing and farewell partying in advance.

I mention this because I have received a couple of 'safe travels' type wishes - which are joyfully received, but I wouldn't want to mislead anyone.

I have the huge trolley suitcase of doom and despair, and yesterday I even bubblewrapped the books and dvds and laid them lovingly in the bottom of it.

I guess this signals the beginning of the end.

I am having some friends in for drinks on Sunday, as our various demanding schedules mean that is our last chance to get together.  Should be a hoot, as ( Read more... )