Although I had to stay up for a 1:30 conference call this morning, my heart was gladdened when I heard a noise and saw my eldest, staggering half asleep down the corridor outside her bedroom[…]
Tonight I put Destroyer to bed. This was a very simple thing for me to do: I took her to her room, lay among the mounds of stuffed toys on her bed, read her The[…]
On the way to Myanmar, I read What Does This Button Do?, the autobiography of Bruce Dickinson, singer of Iron Maiden, airline pilot, fencer, published novelist, etc etc.
I spent most of yesterday feeling a bit off; vaguely nauseous and bloated, doubting my life. I tried confining myself to bed but couldn’t sleep, and eventually, dragged myself out for the gala dinner celebrating[…]
Last night I looked online for somewhere to go out for dinner in Bagan. There was nothing apart from a recommendation to smoke shisha at a backpacker hostel, or a KTV joint 45 minutes’drive away.[…]
Cruelly, after our plane was delayed and we missed the pasta party in Bagan (which apparently, due to a downpour, was actually a soup party), the race start was scheduled for 6:15am, which meant there[…]
Last night, after we had recovered from lunch and our horrible early morning start, we went into town to see what there was to see. There’s an enormous pagoda with different Buddhas for every day[…]