Bright is a small town set in the Victorian mountains, its population is about three thousand and it relies heavily on tourism. It has a quaint Victorian feel to it but also has the feel of a town that relies heavily on the money tourists spend. It has more shops than Launceston and is generally more live.y in feel.
Bearing all this in mind it should therefore, be relatively easy to obtain a SIM card for a pay as you go mobile phone. We were directed to the post office where we were sold a card and feeling delighted with our purchase returned home. On opening the pack we discovered it had been opened before and that someone had cut the micro sim and made it a nano sim. The end result was that we had to return to the post office and ask for our money back.
We were then directed to a Telstra caravan which as luck would have it was parked for the day in the main car park. The guy there was very helpful found the relevant sim, sorted out enabling it online and put us onto the correct package.
Back home again we were able to pu money onto the phone and thus have an Australian phone number. It seems to me that nothing is ever as truly simple as it might be.
The scenery around Bright is magnificent, high hills and mountains, green treed.this with clear blue skies and small white clouds make it perfect in October.
I am particularly impressed with the way in which all the small Vistorian towns around look like towns you might have seen in a 1950's western movie, a wide walkway covered with a balcony to protect customers from rain and sun.
This was as you might have already imagined a quiet day after the trials and tribulations of the day's travel before.
Friday 30 October 2015
Wednesday 28 October 2015
The night flight from Singapore to Melbourne is not for the faint hearted. You board at eight o clock and eventually get a slot to take off . The pilot's first announcement was that Melbourne was three hours in front of Singapore and would passengers like to alter their watches to Melbourne time.
Immediately it becomes eleven o clock, with an arrival time in Melbourne of six thirty, time is suddenly short.
A meal was served at one o clock after which,as any fairly intelligent person might do,one tried to sleep. Two women to our right decided to maintain a all night conversation making decent rest almost impossible. At three o clock you are offered a banana by a stewardess which as an act in its own right seems to have no other purpose than to annoy. At five o clock all the lights are turned on and a sort of breakfast is served, in this case a cheese and mushroom "scroll" which was basically two pieces of puff pastry pushed together to make a figure of eight. It was not, in any way, a pleasant breakfast.
As son as breakfast was cleared we landed in Melbourne.
Luckily an advantage of arriving so early is that there are very few people about, so we were straight through immigration and customs and off to get our hire car. We stopped on the way for a very welcome cup of coffee.
Using the tour director's phone we navigated our way out of Melbourne and headed for Bright three and a half hours to the north. The journey was relatively uneventful although as we meandered through Australian countryside I found myself wondering what it must have been like for early settlers who had to clear the land to achieve what is essentially a European landscape albeit with native trees. I also pondered on the bountiful land this must have been for the indigenous population who were cleared off the land in much the same way as the trees were.
We arrived in Bright at a little after twelve to a warm welcome,, and after lunchroom to our beds for some much needed sleep. Unknowingly we had both come to the same conclusion that if we do this again we will leave Singapore I the one or ignored have a hotel in Melbourne for the first night.
We didn't know it but it was my siter's thirty second wedding anniversary so I the evening she and her husband took us out for a Thai meal which was excellent, and very kind of them and almost as soon as we got home we retired to bed exhausted.
Immediately it becomes eleven o clock, with an arrival time in Melbourne of six thirty, time is suddenly short.
A meal was served at one o clock after which,as any fairly intelligent person might do,one tried to sleep. Two women to our right decided to maintain a all night conversation making decent rest almost impossible. At three o clock you are offered a banana by a stewardess which as an act in its own right seems to have no other purpose than to annoy. At five o clock all the lights are turned on and a sort of breakfast is served, in this case a cheese and mushroom "scroll" which was basically two pieces of puff pastry pushed together to make a figure of eight. It was not, in any way, a pleasant breakfast.
As son as breakfast was cleared we landed in Melbourne.
Luckily an advantage of arriving so early is that there are very few people about, so we were straight through immigration and customs and off to get our hire car. We stopped on the way for a very welcome cup of coffee.
Using the tour director's phone we navigated our way out of Melbourne and headed for Bright three and a half hours to the north. The journey was relatively uneventful although as we meandered through Australian countryside I found myself wondering what it must have been like for early settlers who had to clear the land to achieve what is essentially a European landscape albeit with native trees. I also pondered on the bountiful land this must have been for the indigenous population who were cleared off the land in much the same way as the trees were.
We arrived in Bright at a little after twelve to a warm welcome,, and after lunchroom to our beds for some much needed sleep. Unknowingly we had both come to the same conclusion that if we do this again we will leave Singapore I the one or ignored have a hotel in Melbourne for the first night.
We didn't know it but it was my siter's thirty second wedding anniversary so I the evening she and her husband took us out for a Thai meal which was excellent, and very kind of them and almost as soon as we got home we retired to bed exhausted.
Tuesday dawned hazy so no great surprise there. Before you knew what was going on the tour director had gone into "travel mode" the bed was stripped and the sheets and pillowcases found themselves flying into the washing machine.
A rapid breakfast was followed by major repacking of both suitcases, some items being consigned to remain at David's. As soon as the washing machine finished the towels were put into wash and the first lot of washing was put onto the airer.
Meanwhile I pottered eventually preparing lunch after which we headed down to the river and turned right rather than left for the first time. We walked along the river bank admiring the many skyscrapers and eventually found ourselves in a park which bordered the river. The contrast with the tourists bustling around Clarke Quay three quarters of a mile away could not have been greater. All in all there were four people in the park.
Unfortunately we had to truncate our walk,as stupidly we had forgotten to take any water with us, so we returned to David's flat using the other river bank for some variation. There is little in the way of variety in Singapore's architecture as all buildings must by necessity stretch for the sky. So all you achieve is a different view of the same buildings.
One home the tour director went for a swim and I read my book until David came home from work. Our suitcases were packed and locked and our taxi turned up at five thirty to take us to Changhi Airport to catch the flight to Australia.
All went smoothly at the airport and we boarded a plane to carry us to Melbourne.
A rapid breakfast was followed by major repacking of both suitcases, some items being consigned to remain at David's. As soon as the washing machine finished the towels were put into wash and the first lot of washing was put onto the airer.
Meanwhile I pottered eventually preparing lunch after which we headed down to the river and turned right rather than left for the first time. We walked along the river bank admiring the many skyscrapers and eventually found ourselves in a park which bordered the river. The contrast with the tourists bustling around Clarke Quay three quarters of a mile away could not have been greater. All in all there were four people in the park.
Unfortunately we had to truncate our walk,as stupidly we had forgotten to take any water with us, so we returned to David's flat using the other river bank for some variation. There is little in the way of variety in Singapore's architecture as all buildings must by necessity stretch for the sky. So all you achieve is a different view of the same buildings.
One home the tour director went for a swim and I read my book until David came home from work. Our suitcases were packed and locked and our taxi turned up at five thirty to take us to Changhi Airport to catch the flight to Australia.
All went smoothly at the airport and we boarded a plane to carry us to Melbourne.
Monday dawned hazy like every other day we have been here. The tour manager managed to get some washing and pre packing done in the morning before we wandered off to a Clarke Quay for a look at the shopping centre there.
To be truthful there is very little difference between a shopping centre in Singapore and a centre In England or France or Germany.
What was different in this case was the discovery of a giant food hall/ court under the main shopping area which was full of office workers enjoying their lunch break. Th food looked appetising and cheap so who could blame them. We decided when we return that we will go there and try it.
We then headed back to the Clemenceau bridge to meet Jean and Colin from Dunheved Road who were staying in Somgapore on their way home. After some discussion whilst we stood on the bridge, necessitated because the bridge was a dual carriageway and you had to use an underpass to get to the other side, I was despatched by the tour organiser to scout the underpass and the other side of the bridge. I duly found Jean and Colin who were sensibly sheltering under some trees and then had to walk back to find the tour organsiser.
We headed for a restaurant we had been to with David but they were shut for staff training as were all the other restaurants around. After some fruitless wandering we headed back to Liane Court where we found a very good and pleasant Chinese restaurant and we four merry travellers enjoyed a hearty meal.
After a two hour lunch we parted company and took the tube out to Marina Bay Sands only to find ourselves in another gigantic shopping mall full of very expensive shops.
It became a puzzle to both of us as to how we could escape and eventually have spotted some trees outside we found a door that led onto the promenade. This led us to walk to the gardens on the bay where after some dallying we bought tickets to go into the flower dome to see the chrysanthemum display. The garden was a riot of colour and was well worth the eight pounds we paid to get in. The gardens on the bay are Singapore's equivalent of the Eden project, great glass domes built adjacent to the river, surrounded by a grove of super trees, which are man made metal structures planted with orchids and climbers. It was very impressive and we will return. In truth we spent too much time there and were late home so David had to ring the restaurant we had booked to tell them we would be late.
We had a super Italian meal on or last night in Singapore which included a interesting discussion with the chef about how Italian food would have looked before the introduction of the tomato. One of the dishes we had was a pasta dish flavoured with garlic and ginger with a pine nut and basil pesto.
The chef believed this is what Italian Renaissance food would have looked like, it was hard to argue that it may not have been.
And so to bed
To be truthful there is very little difference between a shopping centre in Singapore and a centre In England or France or Germany.
What was different in this case was the discovery of a giant food hall/ court under the main shopping area which was full of office workers enjoying their lunch break. Th food looked appetising and cheap so who could blame them. We decided when we return that we will go there and try it.
We then headed back to the Clemenceau bridge to meet Jean and Colin from Dunheved Road who were staying in Somgapore on their way home. After some discussion whilst we stood on the bridge, necessitated because the bridge was a dual carriageway and you had to use an underpass to get to the other side, I was despatched by the tour organiser to scout the underpass and the other side of the bridge. I duly found Jean and Colin who were sensibly sheltering under some trees and then had to walk back to find the tour organsiser.
We headed for a restaurant we had been to with David but they were shut for staff training as were all the other restaurants around. After some fruitless wandering we headed back to Liane Court where we found a very good and pleasant Chinese restaurant and we four merry travellers enjoyed a hearty meal.
After a two hour lunch we parted company and took the tube out to Marina Bay Sands only to find ourselves in another gigantic shopping mall full of very expensive shops.
It became a puzzle to both of us as to how we could escape and eventually have spotted some trees outside we found a door that led onto the promenade. This led us to walk to the gardens on the bay where after some dallying we bought tickets to go into the flower dome to see the chrysanthemum display. The garden was a riot of colour and was well worth the eight pounds we paid to get in. The gardens on the bay are Singapore's equivalent of the Eden project, great glass domes built adjacent to the river, surrounded by a grove of super trees, which are man made metal structures planted with orchids and climbers. It was very impressive and we will return. In truth we spent too much time there and were late home so David had to ring the restaurant we had booked to tell them we would be late.
We had a super Italian meal on or last night in Singapore which included a interesting discussion with the chef about how Italian food would have looked before the introduction of the tomato. One of the dishes we had was a pasta dish flavoured with garlic and ginger with a pine nut and basil pesto.
The chef believed this is what Italian Renaissance food would have looked like, it was hard to argue that it may not have been.
And so to bed
Monday 26 October 2015
Sunday morning dawned on a peaceful and hazy Singapore. The start to the day was tempered by the late night and the urgency to be out of the flat before the maid arrived to do her three hours cleaning on a Sunday. Three tired people headed to the riverside for breakfast at a Mexican restaurant, which seems to be incongruous but such is life. After a long and leisurely breakfast we walked along the river to Liane Court, a Japanese shopping centre, where we spent time exploring a Japanese supermarket. This contained fruit and vegetables that none of us had ever seen. Back to the flat where we met the maid leaving the building and then we settled down to watch sport none of us exhibiting any great sense of energy.
The executive director went for a swim and David and I watched a football match before I put together a papaya salad and a curry for dinner. The afternoon passed in a haze of laziness. In the evening we went for another walk along the river to Clarke Quay, as the Singapore river festival was apparently in full spate. Nearest to us there were several tents selling an assortment of rather odd items including cider from Cornwall, hand made linen , preserves and paper items. It was a truly bizarre bazaar. We stopped at a beer tent but as the proprietor didn't offer to sell us a beer we moved on. We walked down to Clarke Quay but there was nothing else going on so we walked back again stopping to listen to a Cuban Band, playing to fifty people down by the river. We treated David to a beer and then made our way home for dinner.
Singapore is rather a strange beast of a city, every one is very polite, there is a plethora of skyscrapers with more springing from the ground and everyone appears to work long hours and long weeks. Sunday is not a special day and construction workers were hard at work. It is a difficult city to get a handle on, very eclectic and in some ways very democratic, with poor areas coexisting alongside expensive apartment blocks. There appears to be no sense of adventure or anarchy and everyone is well behaved in a polite and charming manner. There is a lot to learn in a city which has built itself as a business capital in Asia and which appears in many ways to be still learning.
The executive director went for a swim and David and I watched a football match before I put together a papaya salad and a curry for dinner. The afternoon passed in a haze of laziness. In the evening we went for another walk along the river to Clarke Quay, as the Singapore river festival was apparently in full spate. Nearest to us there were several tents selling an assortment of rather odd items including cider from Cornwall, hand made linen , preserves and paper items. It was a truly bizarre bazaar. We stopped at a beer tent but as the proprietor didn't offer to sell us a beer we moved on. We walked down to Clarke Quay but there was nothing else going on so we walked back again stopping to listen to a Cuban Band, playing to fifty people down by the river. We treated David to a beer and then made our way home for dinner.
Singapore is rather a strange beast of a city, every one is very polite, there is a plethora of skyscrapers with more springing from the ground and everyone appears to work long hours and long weeks. Sunday is not a special day and construction workers were hard at work. It is a difficult city to get a handle on, very eclectic and in some ways very democratic, with poor areas coexisting alongside expensive apartment blocks. There appears to be no sense of adventure or anarchy and everyone is well behaved in a polite and charming manner. There is a lot to learn in a city which has built itself as a business capital in Asia and which appears in many ways to be still learning.
Sunday 25 October 2015
Saturday dawned warm as ever with the haze still present and obscuring the sun. The haze is caused by ruthless individuals in Indonesia burning jungle illegally so that they might plant palm tress for palm oil.
After breakfast we all headed off to Tiong Bahru market for provisions. This is an amazing market in the Chinese section. The colour of vegetables and plants is both vibrant and exciting. We bought fruit and vegetables and some meat as well. We managed to buy a kilo of large prawns for six pounds, a real bargain. After shopping we went to a food court above the market for Roast Pork,which was a bargain.
We headed home in a taxi and spent a quiet afternoon. The trip's executive director went for a swim and I prepared a prawn stir fry for dinner. Around ten thirty we headed off to a bar to watch the semi,final between Mew Zealand and South Africa. It started at eleven pm and ended at two in the morning. The venue was the Boomerang bar, a haunt of Australians and New Zealanders, who flocked in with a few South Africans to watch events as they unfurled. The noise was dramatic with singing of the anthems before the game.leveryone was in a good mood and conviviality was the name of the game.
A late bedtime ensued. Singapore truly is a melting pot of different nationalities most of them in the thirty five to forty year age bracket. The ambience in the bar was one of excitement mixed with nationalistic fervour and all had a good time.
After breakfast we all headed off to Tiong Bahru market for provisions. This is an amazing market in the Chinese section. The colour of vegetables and plants is both vibrant and exciting. We bought fruit and vegetables and some meat as well. We managed to buy a kilo of large prawns for six pounds, a real bargain. After shopping we went to a food court above the market for Roast Pork,which was a bargain.
We headed home in a taxi and spent a quiet afternoon. The trip's executive director went for a swim and I prepared a prawn stir fry for dinner. Around ten thirty we headed off to a bar to watch the semi,final between Mew Zealand and South Africa. It started at eleven pm and ended at two in the morning. The venue was the Boomerang bar, a haunt of Australians and New Zealanders, who flocked in with a few South Africans to watch events as they unfurled. The noise was dramatic with singing of the anthems before the game.leveryone was in a good mood and conviviality was the name of the game.
A late bedtime ensued. Singapore truly is a melting pot of different nationalities most of them in the thirty five to forty year age bracket. The ambience in the bar was one of excitement mixed with nationalistic fervour and all had a good time.
Friday 23 October 2015
A day in Singapore, what can we do? We started by walking to the local supermarket cunningly called "Cold Storage" we found it relatively easy and then spent the next hour picking up food and saying "We are not buying that at that price!!!" A small block of cheese cost £11 for 250 grams.
A good bottle of wine was over thirty pounds. We decided we couldn't afford to live here on our pensions.
The highly exciting trip to find provisions was followed by a swim in the apartment block swimming pool which is magnificent not awfully deep but twice the size of many municipal swimming pools. Lunch came straight from the provision searching and then we set off to walk to Clarke Quay to catch the tube to Little India,.
The area of Singapore called Little India is amazing, the closest you can get to India outside of the Indian Continent.We were fortunate in that they are celebrating Deepvali and the whole area is alive in the run up to the main festival on the tenth of November. The stalls are full of flower garlands, and are a riot of colour, it is almost too much for the eye to take in and the camera just can't capture that explosion of colours and shades that abound in every area around you, from garlands that snake from the roof to boxes full of cheap and gaudy items at your feet.
We ended up in the Indian Heritage Centre for two dollars and got a really education into Indian lives in Singapore since the nineteenth century.
After that we walked to the Arab quarter to meet David and had a quiet beer whilst we waited. David then walked us through the Arab quarter and we went for a a cocktail in the bar "Bar stories" where there is no menu but the bar keeper talks to you about how you are feeling and what you might like and then makes something up specifically for you. The expedition chIef ended up,with a berry concoction based on gin and I had half a pint of a cocktail based on rum and laced heavily with ginger. David had a cocktail into which he had to mix salt, a really interesting experience. Half way through Emma rang David and spoke to Rosemarie which made her day.
After this singular experience do us we went off for a Middle Eastern dinner at the Beirut grill,which was just wonderful.Plenty of ideas for us to cook at home.
The journey home via taxi was interesting as our driver started an argument with David about where he had said we wanted to go. Grumpy is not an adjective that really suits the taxi driver.
Home safe and sound we settled down for a small digestive after a really interesting day.
A good bottle of wine was over thirty pounds. We decided we couldn't afford to live here on our pensions.
The highly exciting trip to find provisions was followed by a swim in the apartment block swimming pool which is magnificent not awfully deep but twice the size of many municipal swimming pools. Lunch came straight from the provision searching and then we set off to walk to Clarke Quay to catch the tube to Little India,.
The area of Singapore called Little India is amazing, the closest you can get to India outside of the Indian Continent.We were fortunate in that they are celebrating Deepvali and the whole area is alive in the run up to the main festival on the tenth of November. The stalls are full of flower garlands, and are a riot of colour, it is almost too much for the eye to take in and the camera just can't capture that explosion of colours and shades that abound in every area around you, from garlands that snake from the roof to boxes full of cheap and gaudy items at your feet.
We ended up in the Indian Heritage Centre for two dollars and got a really education into Indian lives in Singapore since the nineteenth century.
After that we walked to the Arab quarter to meet David and had a quiet beer whilst we waited. David then walked us through the Arab quarter and we went for a a cocktail in the bar "Bar stories" where there is no menu but the bar keeper talks to you about how you are feeling and what you might like and then makes something up specifically for you. The expedition chIef ended up,with a berry concoction based on gin and I had half a pint of a cocktail based on rum and laced heavily with ginger. David had a cocktail into which he had to mix salt, a really interesting experience. Half way through Emma rang David and spoke to Rosemarie which made her day.
After this singular experience do us we went off for a Middle Eastern dinner at the Beirut grill,which was just wonderful.Plenty of ideas for us to cook at home.
The journey home via taxi was interesting as our driver started an argument with David about where he had said we wanted to go. Grumpy is not an adjective that really suits the taxi driver.
Home safe and sound we settled down for a small digestive after a really interesting day.
Thursday 22 October 2015
Ha , a late start, what is it about jet lag that keeps you awake half the night. I got up at two am for a nightly visit to the loo convinced I had been asleep for hours and that it was morning. I had to make myself believe it was night time and that I should be sleeping. The master organiser slept like a log throughout and when I told her of my troubles this morning her reply was" Well, you were asleep every time I woke up" which rather halts any further discussion.
After toast for breakfast we set off on foot to Clarke's Quay via a shopping mall where for some reason there was an imperative need to visit a uniqlo shop. We bought a map of Singapore and a guide book as we had failed singularly to bring one.
We found the tube station and bought our Easy Link tickets for thirty dollars each, spending eighty four dollars in total as there is a seven dollar deposit for each card and they preload it with a set amount. We were then ready to roll and I suggested that we used the ticket to get to the botanical gardens. There then followed a clinical examination of Singapore's tube system and we managed fairly easily to reach our objective.
The gardens are wonderful a mixture of Kew and Hyde Park, we were both delighted when we found we could get into the orchid garden for fifty pence as we were regarded as senior citizens. The variety of orchids, the colours, the variations make this a place you really should visit if you are in Singapore.
We had lunch in the gardens at a small restaurant, I had laska which was very nice and Rosemarie had gored naseng which was was also good.
The trip back to Clarke Quay passed uneventfully and on the walk back we stopped for a beer by the riverside where the beer was gratefully received but the attention of several gnats was not, we both got bitten, the curse of the English tourist abroad. After that it was a short walk home. A really pleasant day.
After toast for breakfast we set off on foot to Clarke's Quay via a shopping mall where for some reason there was an imperative need to visit a uniqlo shop. We bought a map of Singapore and a guide book as we had failed singularly to bring one.
We found the tube station and bought our Easy Link tickets for thirty dollars each, spending eighty four dollars in total as there is a seven dollar deposit for each card and they preload it with a set amount. We were then ready to roll and I suggested that we used the ticket to get to the botanical gardens. There then followed a clinical examination of Singapore's tube system and we managed fairly easily to reach our objective.
The gardens are wonderful a mixture of Kew and Hyde Park, we were both delighted when we found we could get into the orchid garden for fifty pence as we were regarded as senior citizens. The variety of orchids, the colours, the variations make this a place you really should visit if you are in Singapore.
We had lunch in the gardens at a small restaurant, I had laska which was very nice and Rosemarie had gored naseng which was was also good.
The trip back to Clarke Quay passed uneventfully and on the walk back we stopped for a beer by the riverside where the beer was gratefully received but the attention of several gnats was not, we both got bitten, the curse of the English tourist abroad. After that it was a short walk home. A really pleasant day.
Wednesday 21 October 2015
The A380 is a beast of a plane with quite a lot of leg room, well more than I am used to normally. Why is they can't make lanes slightly more comfortable so you can sleep in them? The airline failed to have any immigration forms on board the plane so we had to collect them as we left the aircraft. The result was about fifty or sixty people scrawling in their information on walls and benches before they reached immigration. We stood very English like in the centre of the hall writing n the back of our passport. Immigration and customs went smoothly as did bag collection from the carousel with the result that we were out of the airport very quickly, aided by Rosemarie rushing along the corridor in her race to see David.
After a twenty minute taxi ride we were in David's apartment, which is very nice and after a showe we went for a Thai meal eating by the riverside.It was a very good meal and we enjoyed catching up.
Home to bed early tired and exhausted.
After a twenty minute taxi ride we were in David's apartment, which is very nice and after a showe we went for a Thai meal eating by the riverside.It was a very good meal and we enjoyed catching up.
Home to bed early tired and exhausted.
Tuesday 20 October 2015
Here we are on our way. Our lift arrived five minutes early and the heady delights of National Express delivered us at the joy that is Heathrow spot on time.
As with all English travelling abroad we enjoyed a packed lunch made in great haste this morning as we ran out of time. Why is it even when you get up early, you never have enough time to do all those last minute jobs which require your attention just as you are trying to leave? Make sandwiches, cut the pork pie fill the old water bottle?
We are now sat in a bar enjoying a drink whilst we wait for our bag drop to open, airports really are soulless places. Apart from a continually playing Chanel advert there is no art, the whole building is painted off white and in the background "Jolene" is playing. No doubt a great song but hardly uplifting as one waits in a an airport.
Inequality is everywhere, you can only drop your bag off early if you are in first or business class clearly in no way biased against world traveller class. A pint of beer and a double gin and tonic came to £14.50 this is truly London, but not quite as I recall it.
All in all quite an exciting day with all the humour and wit of check in and security yet to come.
Perhaps Dolly Parton could write a song about that, but then maybe she has forgotten how to travel with ordinary folks.
As with all English travelling abroad we enjoyed a packed lunch made in great haste this morning as we ran out of time. Why is it even when you get up early, you never have enough time to do all those last minute jobs which require your attention just as you are trying to leave? Make sandwiches, cut the pork pie fill the old water bottle?
We are now sat in a bar enjoying a drink whilst we wait for our bag drop to open, airports really are soulless places. Apart from a continually playing Chanel advert there is no art, the whole building is painted off white and in the background "Jolene" is playing. No doubt a great song but hardly uplifting as one waits in a an airport.
Inequality is everywhere, you can only drop your bag off early if you are in first or business class clearly in no way biased against world traveller class. A pint of beer and a double gin and tonic came to £14.50 this is truly London, but not quite as I recall it.
All in all quite an exciting day with all the humour and wit of check in and security yet to come.
Perhaps Dolly Parton could write a song about that, but then maybe she has forgotten how to travel with ordinary folks.
Sunday 11 October 2015
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