It's been a most excellent trip and thanks very much for joining me.
Until the next time, so long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, adieu....
I'll leave you with a few images that didn't make the blog...
(Although, clearly they have now....)
Thursday, 5 March 2015
Journey's end
Well, blog mates, it's time to drop anchor and say goodbye.
It's been a most excellent trip and thanks very much for joining me.
Until the next time, so long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, adieu....
I'll leave you with a few images that didn't make the blog...
(Although, clearly they have now....)
It's been a most excellent trip and thanks very much for joining me.
Until the next time, so long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, adieu....
I'll leave you with a few images that didn't make the blog...
(Although, clearly they have now....)
Singa-not-so-porn
I feel that I may have misled you somewhat with regards to Singapore, mates.
Whilst it's true that we are currently living on Knocking Shop Lane, the rest of the city has lots of interesting things to offer. Here's a selection:
WARNING: may contain temple images..
Whilst it's true that we are currently living on Knocking Shop Lane, the rest of the city has lots of interesting things to offer. Here's a selection:
WARNING: may contain temple images..
Monday, 2 March 2015
The wanderer returns...
Well, JB's back safely, (although he has a strangely haunted look ).
The reason for his long absence was obvious, once he'd explained. It seems that he took a wrong turn and got locked in a lavatory for several hours....
Given the state of his gammy knee and dodgy back, and the fact that I know for certain that he only had three dollars on him when he left, I'm inclined to believe him.
The reason for his long absence was obvious, once he'd explained. It seems that he took a wrong turn and got locked in a lavatory for several hours....
Given the state of his gammy knee and dodgy back, and the fact that I know for certain that he only had three dollars on him when he left, I'm inclined to believe him.
Sunday, 1 March 2015
Foreign pie news
Unknown green vegetable & possibly scrambled egg pasty. (Singapore)
Pastry quite good. Not too flaky. Pleasantly low on lard content.
Filling was some type of green vegetable, possibly cabbage, possibly river weeds, combined with a substance that may or may not have been scrambled egg.
An unholy coupling, you may think (and you'd be right) but nevertheless it worked.
A tasty treat, and full marks to the opium raddled chef that dreamt it up.
Pastry quite good. Not too flaky. Pleasantly low on lard content.
Filling was some type of green vegetable, possibly cabbage, possibly river weeds, combined with a substance that may or may not have been scrambled egg.
An unholy coupling, you may think (and you'd be right) but nevertheless it worked.
A tasty treat, and full marks to the opium raddled chef that dreamt it up.
Singa-porn
And so we've arrived in Singapore.A place much vaunted for its cleanliness. ( chewing gum is prohibited, and rightly so).
And it is indeed very clean and well ordered. The Switzerland of the East, you might say. Only without the Alps etc. Obviously.
But wait:
There's a tradition in South East Asia to lump all the shops selling one type of product in the same street, thus you might get pet shop street, or shoe shop street. I've even seen coffin makers street...
It appears that our hotel here in Singapore (lovely interior, comfy bed) is, in fact, situated in (and there's no way to be delicate about this) brothel street.
Our hotel apart, every other building has the legendary red lighting and cast of semi-clad nymphettes outside. Some of them even have queues of customers....
Even the roadside hawkers ( usually selling nothing more offensive than a souvenir t-shirt ) are flogging Viagra and all manner of battery operated gizmos.
Plucky JB volunteered to go and investigate what was going on.
That was several hours ago now mates, and I'm afraid we must consider him lost, but hopefully not in action.....
And it is indeed very clean and well ordered. The Switzerland of the East, you might say. Only without the Alps etc. Obviously.
But wait:
There's a tradition in South East Asia to lump all the shops selling one type of product in the same street, thus you might get pet shop street, or shoe shop street. I've even seen coffin makers street...
It appears that our hotel here in Singapore (lovely interior, comfy bed) is, in fact, situated in (and there's no way to be delicate about this) brothel street.
Our hotel apart, every other building has the legendary red lighting and cast of semi-clad nymphettes outside. Some of them even have queues of customers....
Even the roadside hawkers ( usually selling nothing more offensive than a souvenir t-shirt ) are flogging Viagra and all manner of battery operated gizmos.
Plucky JB volunteered to go and investigate what was going on.
That was several hours ago now mates, and I'm afraid we must consider him lost, but hopefully not in action.....
Friday, 27 February 2015
Bako foiled
We keep seeing advertisements for Bako National Park. A tropical paradise of a place where you can get close to nature, enjoy a swim in the sea and relax on the pleasant beaches. Here's the poster.
Now, as you know, we have unfinished business with the big nosed monkeys, and the chance to get up close and personal seemed too good to miss.
And so we set off this morning, via a school bus and a buttock-punishing speedboat, keeping a close watch for any love struck warrior intent on bagging my bonce.
On arrival, we were informed that it was too dangerous to swim in the sea due to "marine stingers", and the best beach was closed owing to a sighting of a crocodile.....
Undeterred, (well a bit deterred), we struck out along the jungle trail, waiting to bump into some wildlife.
I saw some crabs, and a monitor lizard (small), but no sign of the big conks, or anything else on the poster come to that.
The trail ended at a crocodile free beach, which was actually very nice.
JB tried climbing some rocks in order to entice the monkeys out of hiding. World this entice you??
Now, as you know, we have unfinished business with the big nosed monkeys, and the chance to get up close and personal seemed too good to miss.
And so we set off this morning, via a school bus and a buttock-punishing speedboat, keeping a close watch for any love struck warrior intent on bagging my bonce.
On arrival, we were informed that it was too dangerous to swim in the sea due to "marine stingers", and the best beach was closed owing to a sighting of a crocodile.....
Undeterred, (well a bit deterred), we struck out along the jungle trail, waiting to bump into some wildlife.
I saw some crabs, and a monitor lizard (small), but no sign of the big conks, or anything else on the poster come to that.
The trail ended at a crocodile free beach, which was actually very nice.
JB tried climbing some rocks in order to entice the monkeys out of hiding. World this entice you??
Well, whether it would entice you or not, the fact is, it worked!! On the way back to the boat we saw a troop of about 5 of the beasts, but in a manner that is becoming depressingly familiar to me, as soon as I got my camera out, they turned round and presented me with their rear ends. I'm not going to dignify it with a picture.
I don't know how David Attenborough puts up with it......
JB's Secret Shame
It's widely accepted across the globe that bon viveur, JB is something of a liver abuser.
I personally have never met anyone with a finer tuned ability to seek out beer.
However, brace yourselves. It would appear that he has been leading a double life.
I found this bottle on open sale today in the local grocers.....
Oh how the mighty are fallen.....
I personally have never met anyone with a finer tuned ability to seek out beer.
However, brace yourselves. It would appear that he has been leading a double life.
I found this bottle on open sale today in the local grocers.....
Oh how the mighty are fallen.....
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