Category Archives: Australia 2003

Waiting at Changi Airport which I now know far better than is healthy for anyone. There’s a huge terrace area with a bar in the middle called The Cactus Bar – there’s a huge cactus garden there as well. I … Continue reading →

[This is an important interlude. You don’t have to read it but it does have a great bearing on my trip home. Because I was confined (sort of) inside Changi Airport and felt no time passed in the normal sense, … Continue reading →

Up at 6 to a quiet house and rang Mirinda. Oddly the $20 I had left on the phone account only lasted 3 minutes! The other $30 lasted a good 5 hours. Must be the difference between London and East … Continue reading →

Up at 6 and went for an early walk at 6:30. Very hot already but a nice wind when I got to the Power Boat Club. The usual OAPs and poodles all smiled and said g’day. They’re obviously getting used … Continue reading →

Up at 6am. Rang Mirinda at 7:30 and talked for an hour. She was going to go home to the cottage tonight (her tonight) and would have got home at midnight to a cold and lonely house – not even … Continue reading →

Awake at 5am (wish I’d stop doing that!). Laid in bed for half an hour reading, which was nice. Rang Mirinda at 7:30. She sounded tired and miserable, which only makes me miss her more! Thank God for the phone…or … Continue reading →

Denise claimed I kept her awake all night with my snoring which I staunchly denied and will maintain my denials until someone can produce evidence in the form of a tape recording! Mum had to get Trace a cheque to … Continue reading →

Woke up at 5:30am!! Fully refreshed. This morning mum went down to the baker to PICK UP the rolls for the party today. We didn’t bother whispering because dad told us he was awake. Mum told a funny breakfast story … Continue reading →

And I slept for 10 hours. Mum was up at 6 because she had to go down to the baker to order the millions of rolls for tomorrow’s beach party. I was up at 6 because I’d slept long enough. … Continue reading →

Why is it that stewardesses almost always seem slightly irritated? I’m sure they’re not. Perhaps it’s a by-product of forever living in different time zones. Breakfast was a warm muffin, guava nectar and a coffee. Airlines seem to have changed … Continue reading →