One of these days I'll actually get some pictures on here as well.
Sydney to Singapore.
Stella started getting all alarmed, to which he replied its O.K., dont worry about the war, you wont go near there. Stella replied that she didnt give a rats about the war, she just didn't like the take off and landings.
On the plane we were right at the back, so got fed and watered first (isn't it always the back that snaps off in a crash, and all the people die???) .
I got a Bourbon and Coke from the trolly, and then when she came round again, I got another one and two cans of Coke. Then we pulled out the secret weapon.... a 600ml Coke bottle, filled with neat Ouzo. After that we slowly got plastered at our leasure.
Food finally came around, and we had a choice of either Mongolian Lamb (must be a lot of lambs in Mongolia??) with pasta, or Chicken something or other, with rice.
Decisions decisions...... I felt I could eat the crutch out of a low flying magpie (or at 15000 feet, a high flying one!) so had the chicken and rice.
I nicely asked (big smile), that if there were any left over, could I have another one as I was still a growing lad. She said she would try. I gobbled mine down, and then Stella didnt want hers, so had that as well. The sterwardess then came back with another one, so I had that as well. Full and half plastered, I finally managed to get some shut eye in (but only a little).
When we landed at Singapore, I got $100 singapore dollars at the airport, and off we trotted to the hotel in a cab. The hotel was old but nice, and had been done up. The bed was massive, and so bloody hard you could have dropped a scud missile on one corner, and not spilt a cup of coffee sitting on the other side. One hell of a bad nights sleep I can tell you.
Have you ever noticed where they put the bloody toilet roll holders in some of these hotels???
I reckon they must employ someone to either, put it way out of reach, or in this case so far behind you that you have to be a contortionist to get to it.
An intersting thing in the folder in the room....
"Durians are not allowed in the hotel!!!"
Now for those of you that don't know... a Durian is not a someone from planet Ork, in Star Trek. It's a something.... namely a fruit.
I've tried it years ago when on my travels. Its a football sized fruit that is often known as the 'King of Fruits'. They stink to high heaven but tast yummy..... I've never seen them banned though. If you ever get the chance to try some and can get beyond the smell, go for it. They are very sweet.
Regan