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Having breakfast at 5:30 a.m. …

A possible downside to travelling alone

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No one to take my pictures.

Have to take “self” portraits.


Two wonderful weeks

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London (12:56, 22 April 2006)

It’s exactly 10 days since my last post. I’m still in England – another 9 hours or so before I head home. It’s two weeks since I flew here on 8 April, and to me, these two weeks have been the perfect length of time for this trip. I’m ready to head home, back to my own space, back to my routine, and back among my family. I’m not wishing I could stay longer, mainly because I’ve done all I came to do on this trip, and more!

I took lots of pictures but cannot find one that sums up these past two weeks. This one comes the closest:

The white-haired lady in the blue top standing next to me is none other than the reason for the past 14 days in England …

Janis Ian

The picture was taken after her concert in Brighton on Monday, 17 April 2006 (held in a theatre-turned-cinema so the acoustics was good). She’d just spent time meeting fans and signing lots of autographs, and agreed to a quick group shot. Except after the first shot, she told Philip, her co-manager, to take one more, “just in case” . He ended up taking two more because for the second shot, some of us in the group had moved and he took a third after everyone had regrouped. This is the third of the three shots.

Thanks, Janis, for taking the time to pose with us, despite having to get up real early the next morning to drive to your next gig in Newcastle.

More pictures and more stories when I get home.

In London

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I got into London around 6:30 p.m. on Saturday. It wasn’t a full flight, and I had the whole row to myself.

There was a bit of an “Alzheimers” episode when I got on board the plane. I’d been assigned seat 51K but for some reason walked past that row and sat somewhere else. There I was, fully settled in, when this Mat Salleh couple came up. I looked at them and thought, “Oh no, I have to sit with these people all through the flight?” They looked a little surprised to see me and the girl said to me, “That’s my seat!” I replied, “No, it’s not, this is seat 51 … ” As soon as I said it, I knew I was in the wrong seat and knew it was 57 rather than 51. So I gathered up my things, apologised and walked forward to the right row. Except it wasn’t easy – passengers were still coming on board and walking to the back of the plane; yes, I was walking against the traffic, which seemed to sum up the way I am in real life – always walking against the flow of things, to a different drummer.

After surviving Immigration and getting my bag, I went to where the trains were and got my ticket to where Mel, my friend, lives. One Tube change and a local train later, I was standing at the entrance of the Denmark Hill station, waiting for her. A fancy car drove up, I peered at the driver (it was after 8 p.m. and dark), it was a blonde woman who waved at me and I realised that was Mel!

We haven’t seen each other for 17 years, and now, thanks to Janis Ian, we were meeting up again.

Mel looks good, too. She and her partner live with Mortimer, her 12-year-old Cairn terrier, on the top floor of a block of flats in Denmark Hill. Their place is wi-fi’d and I’ve taken over her laptop to be online like I never left home. *big grin*

Apparently, I brought the rain from Malaysia. It was fine on Sunday morning – we even went into the garden where she clipped Mortimer’s fur and I took some pictures. We later went into the city and were walking around when it started to drizzle. I had no problems with that. We continued walking around. Then it got heavier and we found shelter inside the Liberty store – lots of nice stuff in it, perfume, cosmetics, coffee table books, journals and pens. I left with a maroon leather luggage tag (much needed for my one piece of rolling luggage).

It’s April but still quite cold in London, cold enough for me to still have steam coming out of my mouth. Mel asked why didn’t I bring the hot weather from Malaysia. I told her it has to stay at home cuz our Government doesn’t allow us to export the hot weather.