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  • Day 2

    The bed is blissfully soft and Paul’s mosquito nets, which he explains at length are imported from Australia and very expensive, seem to have done their job admirably. I get up at around 9am, having slept like a log, and get myself a drink and some fruit while I wait for the latest electricity outage to end so I can have a shower (water is pumped into a tank using an electric pump). The housekeeper arrives, and starts sweeping. A girl comes to the door with fresh bread, and George arrives to do whatever it is that George does. Suddenly I feel slightly underdressed and go to put some more clothes on.

  • Day 2

    I hadn’t been away for a while, and when it was time to do it all again it wasn’t difficult to choose where to go. My sister Emily was in China for two months, and planned to finish her trip with a week in Cambodia and Thailand. I was envious and keen to try China but without really enough time to spare. I decided to book another tour with Gecko Travel to Malaysia, and join Emily for the preceding week to check out Cambodia.

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    location:Thurne/Barton
    summary:Fair wind for sailing to Barton Broad. Mudweighted overnight
    trip:sailing03
    day:2

  • Day 2

    It was a sunny morning on our first full day in Russia. I rose at 8:40 and when we went to breakfast at 9 we got our first introduction to Russian breakfasting, which seemed to be cheese, ham, and a potato and meat mush which was actually delightful although a little bit strange for breakfast.We bought water at the hotel shop, which also seemed to sell virtually every type of vodka imaginable for not much more than the water, and proceeded to meet the rest of our tour group. Except there weren’t any. Rob and myself were the only people on the tour until it got to St Petersburg, where apparently we would be joined by another six people. This was a slight disappointment, as Sasha is nice enough but only in small doses.

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    location:Cardiff
    summary:Wake up, note that it is raining, go climbing indoors.
    trip:southwales03
    day:2

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    location:Cape Town
    summary:Victoria and Alfred Waterfornt
    trip:sa02
    day:2

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    We woke at 0730, not sure why, but as sure as night follows day John was first in the shower. He’d first begun to exhibit this behaviour when I travelled Australia with him in 2000. It begins with everyone agreeing on what time we’ll wake up the next morning, and then sure enough John’s gotten up half and hour beforehand to get the shower. I don’t want to sound like I’m being pedantic about this – my complaint is about the lack of hot water that seems to result from John’s showering process.Anyway, breakfast was included at this hostel so we grabbed our entitlement of corn flakes, one slice of bread and one plastic cup of squash, and set off for the European Parliament.

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    location:Thurne Dyke – Ramworth
    trip:sailing02
    day:2

  • Day 2

    After the layover in Dubai, which lasted about three hours in the early morning of 10th Feb, I boarded an identical 777 for the second leg of my trip to Bangkok. Despite getting the exit row seat I had been promised, it was much more tiring than the first leg, partly because my body was telling me to sleep, but couldn’t actually pull it off, and partly because I was seated in between two particularly uncommunicative travellers. Finally I reached Bangkok at about midday, local time. I remembered something I had been told about being sure to use a metered taxi, and set off towards the rank. I didn’t quite make it though, because a rather forthright woman stepped in front of me and said something like “You want taxi – where go?”. I would have stepped around her except that she was wearing a Thai airways uniform, which caught my attention almost as much as the offical looking information kiosk she appeared to be running. I showed her the business card for my hotel.

  • Day 2

    Getting off the plane is quite a relief, but I’m not looking forward to immigration and customs. The queue for the immigration desk lasts about 30 minutes, and when I get there the official says simply “You need to put address here”, pointing to the place on the form where Basil’s address should go. Unfortunately, I’ve no idea where he lives. The official retained my passport while I went to find Basil and get his address. This achieved, I faced an agonising wait for my baggage.