The 1st of July is Canada Day, and to celebrate, we went out on a friend’s boat for a couple of hours around Halifax harbour and around the Eastern Passage. La Serpiente got to drive.
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If you’re jet lagged from flying from London to Singapore and Singapore to Tokyo and Tokyo to Singapore in less than 7 days, you won’t run very fast. I went out for a run this evening around 8:30, and didn’t manage even 3 km before turning back, knackered. I find myself in a quandary; if I don’t run, I feel tired and gloomy, but if I do run, I feel dreadful anyway. Hopefully next week, when I’m caught up on sleep, I’ll feel stronger again.
(Of course, in Asia there’s no such thing as jet lag. Suck it up and keep moving.)
Sicario is not light entertainment to lift your tired spirit. Well, perhaps I should have paid more attention to reviews. My friend Nick told me it was a good film, and he’s been to Juarez (to do due-diligence on what the movie implies was probably the only non-drug related enterprise in town). It’s a good film, but it certainly isn’t relaxing in any way.
La Serpiente is pretty good at coping with vomit. Admittedly, she threw up over the dining room table last night, and later over her bed, but she was quite stoic once we’d cleared the vomit off her, and then slept through until 7 this morning, when she cheerfully woke me from where I’d conked out on the sofa. She struggled today (a combination of a lack of sleep and of food will get you in the end) but did pretty well under the circumstances.
La Serpiente is good at jigsaw puzzles. A twelve-piece jigsaw she can finish in about five minutes. We require more challenging toys.
I struggle to tidy. Left alone in the flat for an hour, I managed to almost summon up the willpower to discard a mug of worn-out and dried-up old pens. Almost.
The cable car in Singapore is reasonably priced. If you’re a local riding it all year, that is. For mere mortals, going up the cable car to Mount Faber is an extortionate $29. If you live here, a year’s pass is only $39. Mind you, I’m not sure how often you’d want to go up to Mount Faber in a cable car – although La Serpiente has been demanding it, I don’t expect it to be part of our weekly schedule. But who knows how often she’ll want to look at our flat from a long way away? (And I did get a membership card with a flagrantly ridiculous picture of my bearded phizzog on it.)
If you possibly can, avoid getting any flight to Singapore that lands at 3:30am local time. I don’t think I’ll have recovered before next weekend.
Amy is a spectacularly depressing film. Having watched every dreadful film on the way out (Vacation, Get Hard, and others too numerous to mention) on the way back to Singapore I watched … Hot Tub Time Machine 2. Which was even worse than my wife warned me. But I also watched Amy, a documentary about Amy Winehouse.
Delta has much nicer blankets in Business Class than in Economy (from the Westin, no less) but the toilets in the Business Class section are the same as those further back in the plane – no more palatial restroom for rich petter. That’s a certain sort of equality?
Not all calories are equal. I have been told this before, but it was only while watching That Sugar Movie that it finally sunk in: because of the insulin cycle in your liver, calories from sugar are much worse for you than calories from fat. And the foods they usually arrive in don’t give you a proper feeling of satiety, either.
I can spell satiety! Woohoo!
I’m too naive when it comes to people offering me taxi rides at airports. But I’m not so dumb as to actually pay them. Or at least, not any more.
Get Hard is a terrible film to watch, and I would have walked out, if I hadn’t been on a plane at the time.
For (I assume) a laugh, I’ve been booked on a flight that leaves on Friday. And a hotel that I have to leave on Thursday. Amusing hijinks to follow, perhaps.
Precious little opportunities to learn this weekend, as I spent most of it asleep. And what time I did spend awake, I mostly wasted by watching movie trailers on Youtube, or watching old Kevin Smith films like Mall Rats. (Although watching Mall Rats is never a waste of time.)
However, I did learn that:
it’s fairly hard work to run down the Green Corridor in the evening after two days of rain
you should always take an umbrella with you when you go to get your hair cut
I still really like Portishead, although it’s a little concerning to find that it’s more than 20 years since I first heard Dummy. On the plus side, their slow release schedule means it’s easy to be a completist, as they only have four albums since 1994. But still, how time flies…
and it’s probably a bad idea to try to do anything the day after the Christmas party. In fact, it’s probably a bad idea to try to do anything at any point after the Christmas party. Could I just have a do-over of this weekend, please?
I didn’t have much opportunity to learn things this weekend, because I spent a lot of it on an aeroplane, asleep. However, I gleaned a few insights:
The whole of Colorado is higher than every part of England. That is, when in Colorado you’ll always be above everyone in England, unless you’re in a very deep hole and they have purchased particularly long stilts. I learned that from the first chapter of this book.
I should have learned this before, but the economy seats on BA A380s seem to be uncomfortably narrow. On the other hand, Heathrow Terminal 5 is pretty empty on a Saturday night at the end of November, so it’s got that going for it.
When you use data roaming, Starhub send you an itemised bill for every bit of data you download. That’s ten-and-a-quarter sides of A4, printed with “Docomo – 5kb” or “Softbank – 12kb” again and again in incredibly small type. You’d think they’d just total it up and say “700 Mb” but apparently I’ll really feel the value from those roaming charges if I see exactly what I paid for. It almost makes me regret buying a UK SIM card last week, and thus avoiding getting a twelve-kilogram phone bill in the middle of this month…
Not much learned, then. Let’s see how this week goes…
Jet lag is great for getting your kids to sleep. Not so wonderful for you when they wake up at stupid o’clock.
The bassinet seats on British Airways’ A380s aren’t great because you can’t move the armrests to allow your child to comfortably sleep on your lap. But all the other seats have arm rests that only move up to 45 degrees from horizontal, so what’s the use?
Oh, and window seats on British Airways A380s have terrible legroom. But I already knew that, didn’t I?
Children love playing with leaves, if you let them. But if they throw them in air and get them blown back in their face, they’ll hate it, and blame you.
If you buy a babycinno at the Costa in Bromley and your child immediately drops it on the floor, they’ll give you a second, gratis.
Beards and air travel are a poor combination, in every way.
What benefit you get from training in the tropics is negated when in England, but I can’t figure out if that’s because of hills or sleep deprivation.
I failed to watch Chelsea play football this week, and they won. Coincidence? Doubtful.