Another long walk, spoiled

Last night I went to see Justice League at the cinema in the Nu Sentral mall in Kuala Lumpur. I like going to the cinema when I get to KL because on the first night of a work trip, it’s a good antidote to the rigours of travel, and there’s a good burger joint nearby. Unfortunately, I only had 16 ringgit and the burger place only took cash, *and* the nearest ATM is 5 floors down, so there was a lot of rushing around and sweating before I got to see the film, but it was two hours of costumed silliness with a plot that wasn’t as duff as Suicide Squad, and not so grimdark that all you wanted to do was die. Continue reading “Another long walk, spoiled”

Unforgettable, oh so regrettable


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 the marathon.

This was via a boat that took us to a sandbank on the Irrawaddy River. Five minutes after I’d boarded the boat, I felt the blood draining from my face and rushed to the toilet to boke into it. I’d had no lunch, just a few croissants for breakfast and a can of Coke in a futile attempt to settle my stomach. Now putrid acid spurted down into the bowl of the toilet, and then I staggered out, ashen, to return to the ‘party’.

Luckily, there’s a whole bunch of Danish Red Cross doctors accompanying the tour party. I was led down to an air-conditioned room with a grubby foam mattress on it, and left to lie there, dozing and hallucinating and swatting at flies while the boat chugged around the river and the sun went down.
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Sharkys, Bagan

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. Thanks, internet.

We walked down the main street, and went past the umbrella factory, past a few dimly lit restaurants without much appeal, and were on the verge of turning around and relying on the minibar, when we came across Sharkys.
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Bagan Temple Marathon (10k) 2017


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 would be a coach leaving from our hotel at 5:15, which meant we had to get up at 4:30 for breakfast. But what was the capstone on this was that our hotel was only 5 minutes’ walk from the start of the race, so what was the point in getting up so early for the race?
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Day Two In Myanmar


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 of the week (complete with signs to tell you which is which) and there’s some slightly decrepit but picturesque colonial buildings like the post office. But after that we headed to a hipster bar, Blind Tiger, where we could eat garlic home fries and quesadillas (really making the most of the opportunity for local food) and drink copious amounts of booze. Perhaps that was the wrong way to prepare for the marathon on Saturday.
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Off to a new country again

I didn’t get to sleep until past 1am this morning, so getting up at six to go to the airport was…fun. Both girls were in our bed, and Destroyer was asking for her water bottle. I almost told her to go fetch it herself, before realising that would provoke noisy opprobrium, and went instead to find it in her room. I couldn’t, because of course she’d already brought it into our bedroom and hidden it on the floor. Thanks, daughter of mine.

Then off to the airport in a bit of a blur. We stumbled around the terminal in a daze, troubled by the name of this toyshop (hardly appropriate for an airport, surely?)

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Impromptu swimming attempt

After work today, I went to the swimming pool on the roof of my hotel and tried to do a few laps, like my swimming coach told me to.

It’s strange to think that in the tropical warmth of Malaysia, I should find the pool too cold, but I guess I’m used to blood temperature water at Swish. And perhaps I’m out of shape after days in the office with no exercise, and having a cold, and, and, … hang on, why couldn’t I swim a length of the pool?
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