Ah Mrs Fogg, how much of India will you actually see, can’t eat onions, pepper or mayonnaise, hate curry or anything spicey. Wow are you in twubble then.
Case packed, clothes, shoes, poop tablets, refrigerated toilet roll, mars bar, twix and kitkat (your food for the week).
Have a safe trip and remember never shake left handed.
We will have trap number one clear, cold bog roll and slippers ready for your arrival.
Having spent the best part of the night standing on us, pawing us and generally being a right royal pain, it would appear that Mr Spike is now tired and making most of the sunshine streaming in.
Shades on, suncream rubbed in and nothing to do but chillax, welcome to Garfields world of excitement.
So while Mrs Fogg is glued to a toilet with a touch of Bengal Belly or Ghandi’s revenge, we’ll be thinking of her.
So in approx 48hrs I’ll be in Kolkata (that’s Calcutta to you and I) working. I’m nearly packed and have all the vitals in hand:
Snacks in case I can’t eat anything there- check
Tablets for upset stomachs- check
Extra briefs ( just in case!)
Anti Malarial tablets – check
Heavy duty insect repellent – check
Work clothes- check ( what exactly do you wear to the office when it’s 31 degrees in the shade?)
Passport and visa – check
Industrial strength deodorant -check
Should be a fun experience, maybe, possibly, perhaps, ish?
Its an initial 7 hr flight with a 2 hr stop off in Dubai before another 5 hrs to Kolkata airport. When are we going to have Star Trek “beam me up” travel arrangements?? It would be much quicker and more comfortable.
Still, I am looking forward to the experience in India and have my camera at the ready!
Spike, take care of Mr Fogg until I get back.
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Ah back to London with a bump, after a 1 hour delay setting off from Changi (waiting for passengers and luggage from another flight), which is pristinely clean, no dirt, perfect airport.
The flight was uneventful apart from the unhappiest air hostess who really didn’t want to be there, slung your food trays down, refused to offer alcohol and gave you the fruit juice that she believed you wanted. But at least we slept.
Home then to the dump that is Heathrow, dirty, smelly, masking tape holding things together and just plain awful. The express from T3 to T4 in chaos since the woman on the tannoy couldn’t tell you which part of platform two was platform two and not platform one. The Yotel ah sir your booking was from 7am it’s now 7.30, so you have lost half an hour or can pay for the extra time, why because my flight is delayed when we normally just shift the timing, welcome back home!!
So now to the hotel to pick up the car and start the slog back up-t north.
What a fantastic week, we are sat here for one last drink in the Shangri-La lobby before the trip to the airport and then megaflight home, well to Heathrow initially, then it’s the Yotel for a few hours before the motorway slog.
Singapore, wonderful place, Shangri-La some amazing sites and brilliant for people watching.
Righty ho then, all packed and ready to checkout. It has been a fantastic time this last week in Singapore. You can sit and people watch for hours, when it rains it truly does rain, but you don’t really care.
In traditional style here’s the role call:
– 1 Zip Wire
– 1 Luge
– 2 Cable Cars
– Daily MRT rides
– About 40 miles of walking (ouch)
– 2 Singapore Flyers (the big wheel)
– 2 Suits
– 5 Singapore Slings
– The Raffles Long Bar
– 1 Harley Davidson Shop
– 1 Chinese Banquet
– 1 Japanese Banquet
– 3 bottles of champoo
– 27 hours in planes
– 1 fantastic week
Singapore is a fantastic place to visit for a few days, very hot, very humid and some wonderful sites. This is very much a shoppers paradise, however looking in some of the shops you need to be seriously minted to afford some of the items.
A wonderful city break, now home to the cold.
Yes today will be a long long day, hence the renaming. Up at 9am, breakfast, showered, packed and checked out by 1pm. Walking tour until 9pm, airport for 9.30pm, plane for 11.45pm (local time), the 14 uncomfortable hours landing at 5.35am on Sunday.
Oh boy, Shattered Day (you will notice that thanks to SuperDrunk that they have now changed the lift carpet).
Well it’s not Friday it’s been Saturday for at least 10 minutes now and they haven’t changed the carpet, what are tourists supposed to do now? How will they know the day has changed?
Have no fear SuperDrunk is here to help, when people are in trouble and need somewhere to turn there is Superman, when there is naff all wrong and no bugger wants him SuperDrunk arrives. Superman can leap tall buildings, SuperDrunk is lucky if he can even walk straight, you get the picture, however they do both wear their grundies over their trousers, only SuperDrunk’s actually smell of wee.
Well anyhoo SuperDrunk has helped out the Shangri-La by putting A4 notes on all the lifts informing them that the man who normally changes the carpet is late with his duty (and will be sacked) and today actually is Saturday, so don’t panic.
What a better way to stop prostitution than have cameras in the Red Light area and not even tell you where they are, ha.
Those clever people in Singapore, why did they never think of it in the UK.
A very nice day today, MRT ride to Dhoby Ghaut then a slow wander up through Fort Canning Park, a sacred Malay Hill that Mr Raffles decided would make a “spiffing house”, so he promptly had the jungle cleared, built a nice bungalow and then all his mates moved in and the hill was for a time named Government Hill. It has the original government building ( very English colonial) and lots of walks through a pretty park. This is also where in the 2nd World War the British troops set up base. There is an underground battle box on the site that you can tour, complete with wax dummies to help you understand. We did not go in but walked on through to Clarke Key, once full if warehouses to load and unload goods that came by sea and up the river. Now it is a haven of pretty converted buildings and rowdy bars complete with lots of tourists and expensive drinks (but they do offer lots of happy hours!)
Mr Fogg came to this area about 12 years ago to an infamous bar called Harrys Bar. It was not touristy at that time, just a quiet riverside location. How things change. A most pleasant day just mooching around.
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