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From a new life in spain, to an old life in britain, 'roaming brit' documents uncertain times!

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On 31st January 2016, my partner and I left Southampton to start a new life as Expats in Gran Alacant, on the Costa Blanca. This blog will document our journey, as we navigate the Spanish system, travelling a path untried and untested. With Brexit looming, political turmoil in Europe and an unpredictable future, harsh decisions have to be made. Illness, family bonds and a Change of heart all make for challenging times in a life of a 'Roaming Brit!'

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Asian Adventure - Arrival in Hong Kong, meeting Darrell, 3 May 2019

30/5/2019

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The heavens opened on the day we left for Hong Kong. Both my Aunt and I were sad to leave Hanoi, a place we had only stayed in for a short while, giving us a taster of Vietnam. I enjoyed the few days we spent here and why wouldn't I, the people had given us both a warm welcome and I felt at home in this thriving community. As we drove through the streets in our car heading for the airport, I was struck by just how much of this wonderful city we hadn't seen; this is definitely a place I want to return to again one day, but for now it was time to say goodbye, just not forever!

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The Vietnam Airways flight to Hong Kong was short and enjoyable. Despite the turbulence at times, I felt relaxed and happy to be heading to this former British Colony, finally meeting my husband after seven months apart. Of course liaising with ones partner on the other side of the World, in a very public environment wasn't my preferred option, but at least we will see each other and be able to spend ten days together, before he flies back to Australia.

Hong Kong Airport was amazing, surrounded by tall buildings in every direction. Before my batophobia could kick in I spotted Darrell and everything was OK. It was emotional seeing him after such a long time apart, and we hugged for what seemed like hours, after a kiss and yet more hugs, suitably composed, we headed towards the airport station, to catch a train to Kowloon, where we would be based for the next few days.  Walking towards the ticket office with Darrell did seem very surreal. Our relationship has lived through many ups and downs over the years and I am proud we are still so firmly together, despite our difficult circumstances. People often comment on how strong we are as a couple and travelling thousands of miles, to the other side of the World is yet another indication of our commitment together. There should be no barrier to relationships when you truly love someone, no hurdle is insurmountable!



The train journey to our hotel, The Dorsett Mongkok, was a pleasure; I have always loved arriving in a new place. Watching the scenery pass by as we headed towards Kowloon was fantastic, an unforgettable experience. In truth I was amazed by just how big this part of China is. I have seen Hong Kong on TV and maps before, but it isn't until you actually go there, that you realise the size of the place. As we approached the city itself, the spectacle of this modern, busy metropolis just didn't disappoint in scale. This was indeed a construction marvel and I just couldn't believe how people actually lived and worked in such a vibrant but anxiety inducing city. My immediate impressions were indeed positive; this was unlike any other part of the World I had ever visited before.

From Kowloon Station we got a rather old looking cab to our hotel, all our suitcases tied into the boot, rather precariously, rattling around as we sped along the city streets, dropped neatly outside the door to our modern lÇšguÇŽn for the next few days. The rooms were rather small, as one would expect from an inner city hotel, but they were comfortable and of an extremely high standard. The views across Kowloon from our window were incredible, like nothing I had seen, even after visiting New York. I suppose I was rather taken aback by its size, which did make me feel a little uneasy at times, well I am a country boy at heart!


After an hours rest, we left the hotel and explored the local area; Kowloon was full of life. The smell of fresh fish, Chinese herbs and spices, the traffic fumes. The flashing neon lights located on every building, were just flickering into life, market stalls, packed with colour, fruits and vegetables I have never seen before and street vendors cooking local delicacies for the thronging crowds pouring out of their office buildings, tempted by some Chinese noodles or bowl of dim sum! Hong Kong was alive, gritty, different from what I knew; the sights and sounds of a population on the move, before heading to their tiny apartments on the sixtieth floor of a crowded tower block!

It was nearly 6pm as we headed back to the Dorsett Mongkok for free wine and nibbles in the foyer. We sat chatting with attentive staff and fellow guests alike, asking questions as the lights outside gradually dimmed to dark. Four glasses of red wine later and we left for dinner in one of the streets surrounding our hotel. A Chinese restaurant serving locals, not a tourist in site. The food was different from any Chinese restaurant I had been to in the UK, authentic, traditional, aromatic - I chose Chicken, Fungus and Lily Flower - it tasted out of this World. The chicken still had the bones running through, not something I am used to, but added extra depth of flavour and texture. Of course there was no knife and fork, just chopsticks and an expectation that the sauce was consumed directly from the Chinese porcelain dish.

Fed and watered, three bottles of Hong Kong beer, we headed out into the street, walking around the now heaving thoroughfare. I remember looking upwards, towards the cities in the sky, each building higher than the other, lights illuminating our way, as we traversed the narrow lanes. Kowloon was strangely comforting and secure in a city so vast, my heart pumped harder than ever before!

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Bank Holiday!

27/5/2019

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This is the first bank holiday weekend I have had off in a long time and today I am nursing a rather niggly hangover. I say niggly, because it isn't bad, just rather annoying. All I want to do is sleep, but I have too much to do and it is getting in the way of what was going to be a productive day.  The weather isn't too bad today, so I've managed to get some washing done, pop into town and am cooking a lasagne for dinner this evening; I am doing my best to be positive today...I could make the same old statement - 'I'm never drinking again,' but that wouldn't be true, so I wont!

Yesterday I met a mate, Deb's from work, she was going to take me on a tour of her local haunts, the places she likes to go to - pubs, clubs and a restaurant on the coast . The weather was pretty much spot on for a day out, despite the odd few drops of rain and we enjoyed an afternoon drink followed by a good old traditional roast in the Thatched House pub, at Milton Locks, Southsea. I have been here once before, when I returned to the UK about a year ago, but not since.

The Thatched House, is a traditional public house serving British food at fantastic prices. I chose to have a carvery at a cost of 7.99 and it was huge. Three meats, roast potatoes and all the trimmings, I couldn't fault it and had absolutely no complaints, which is unusual for me. Suitably full, we went outside for a chat and beer, two things I love more than anything!

After the Thatched House, Deb's took me to The Duke of Devonshire in Albert Road. This traditional back street bar, is similar to the Newcome, where I work and was welcoming and friendly. We continued talking about life, the universe and everything, rather like being on a first date, but we weren't if you understand what I mean. Debbie and I were born a few hours a part at the same hospital in Portsmouth in 1971, so we kind of have a connection and we get on well, having a very similar sense of humour. Friendship is an important part of all our lives, but for me it is even more crucial in order for me to cope with living away from my husband. I have a lot of family and acquaintances around me on a daily basis and Debbie is another welcome addition to my close circle of friends.

After picking up two of Debbie's mates, we headed to Palmerston Road for more beers and a trip to the infamous Kingsley's, a nightclub that I can only describe as enlightening. To be honest I haven't been to a club in years, not since I lived in Spain and I rarely set foot in a straight venue, but the music was great, for an oldie like me and I enjoyed it for what it was. The average age must have been 60 years old and I did feel like the youngest one there...Another first for me. After getting propositioned by a lady old enough to be my Grandmother, I realised all the rumours about this place were true. It was like a cattle market for pensioners; I kid you not. Despite the obvious downsides I had a great day with Debs and felt more relaxed than I have done in a while; I look forward to our next 'Debbie Brown Tour,' there's nothing like letting your hair down to relieve stress, kick back and have a little bit of me time!

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Day Off - Back to Basics!

23/5/2019

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I've had a welcome day off today after working for sixteen hours on Wednesday. I actually slept right the way through until 7am this morning, which is amazing for me, especially after waking up at 3am everyday since I have returned from Asia. I guess the jet lag is well and truly over now and my sleeping pattern is back to normal!

I had a few things to catch up on first thing today, but essentially I have spent Thursday cooking up some meals for the rest of the week - not something I have done in a long while!

In Spain money was tight and I embarked on a cost cutting exercise, cooking in bulk and freezing meals, the most economical way to live. It was particularly difficult to buy ready refection and snacks, especially in the urbanization where I lived. So by making healthy nutritious lunches and dinners myself, I was able to create my own convenience meals, eating a balanced sensible diet, without the need of high calorie and high sodium prepackaged food from supermarkets.

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Money is no longer tight, but my busy lifestyle prevents me cooking for myself on a daily basis, so today I went back to basics and began doing what I did best in Spain, cooking hearty meals, to eat quickly in between the two jobs I currently have. Today I made a 'Spicy Spanish Chicken Stew with Pinto beans and Quinoa' and it tasted great and reminded me of my time living in Gran Alacant.

I have to admit, since returning from Spain, my eating habits have somewhat slipped. I have been consuming the most convenient pies, pasties and sandwiches, rather than spending a little time out of my week pre-preparing something a little more salutary. Annoyingly I have put on a few pounds to say the least and was not feeling happy about the direction I was heading in. Today I hope to begin to change that and organise my week more effectively, being able to eat well, without the need to buy high fat food; fingers crossed I keep it up!

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Asian Adventure - Anxiety, 2 May 2019

23/5/2019

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Today my Aunt went to Halong bay, where I was supposed to join her - I bottled it! I started to feel rather anxious last night, when I returned to the hotel after dinner. My head didn't feel right and I just couldn't be confined on a boat feeling the way I did. At times anxiety can be a real bitch, but I have been living with it for a long time and sometimes just have to make the best of a bad situation.

I have stayed in my hotel room, feeling like crap, winding myself up about residing in a skyscraper, on the next leg of our tour of the far east in Hong Kong and researching escape routes should I have a panic attack, which is quite likely the way I am at the moment. I hate how anxiety can overtake your life; dealing with it can be hard. On occasion I can get myself in some terrible states and today is one of those days. I feel like I have reached a critical juncture and am panicking all the time. Of course this isn't an everyday occurrence for me, it is just fleeting moments of trepidation that I have to try and control.

This will probably be one of the last times I travel to this part of the World and I am meeting my husband tomorrow, after seven months away from each other, yet I get strange sensations of alarm and horror overtaking my everyday thoughts. These are based on ridiculous notions that do not make any sense and are purely a figment of my imagination.

The big problem for me, holidaying in Asia is my fear of tall buildings or to give it its proper title batophobia, which has got gradually worse over the years. In the past I have holidayed in New York and Kuala Lumpur, both with towering awe inspiring buildings, which I did go up, even if it was reluctantly at times. I even climbed to the top of the tower in St Marks Square, Venice, in February, during extremely windy conditions, yet today, I can't even stand close to a tall high rise...Stupid isn't it?

My level of anxiety increased when I left my job in the charity sector at the end of 2015, which is understandable given the circumstances. My fears are always at the forefront of my mind and when I am in a situation that I can't control, like flying or staying in a large busy city, I do find it harder to cope. The emotions that manifest themselves during periods of stress are not real or normal in the tangible sense, but they are pretty genuine and authentic to me, at least at the time.

I love Asia and this part of the World, Vietnam is spectacular, but negativity can overtake my ability to relax and enjoy myself. My Aunt was more than happy to do the cruise alone today and she has met some wonderful characters, so my absence really didn't make a lot of difference. The only person who suffers on days like today is me and I miss out on what could have been a terrific experience; still what's done is done, there is nothing I can do or turn back the clock, so I just need to look forward to tomorrow when Darrell and I will be reunited...Onwards and upwards as they say!


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Asian Adventure - Public Holiday in Hanoi, 1 May 2019

20/5/2019

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It was an early start for my Aunt and I in Hanoi and a trip to the hotel restaurant, with views looking over the city. The vast amount of food for breakfast  was impressive and it was hard choosing exactly what to eat. Like my Aunt I chose an English breakfast, with eggs cooked to order and it wasn't at all bad, I thoroughly enjoyed the Light Hotels offering, it certainly set me up for the day!

On our first full day in Hanoi Aunty T and I were out and about for most of the day. The 1st of May is a public holiday in Vietnam, like nearly everywhere else in the World. In true British Bank Holiday form, the sky was grey and cloudy with a distinct chill in the air. We left the hotel early at just gone 9am and headed down towards Hoàn Kiếm Lake and the city centre.

The roads surrounding the lake, on every side were cordoned off, people were strolling along the large open boulevards, chatting, holding hands and enjoying the relaxed atmosphere. With fantastic views across Honoi's historic centre, the day began gently, calmly, as we explored this beautiful part of the city. On one side of Hoàn Kiếm, large imposing Government buildings dominated the skyline, directly opposite the beginning of construction for the new 'Four Seasons Hotel' and further on down the road, grand opulent properties left over from Vietnam's colonial past; a bygone era.



My Aunt and I were heading towards Ngoc Son Temple, just across the Huc Bridge, a beautiful 18th century building honouring the 13th century military leader Tran Hung. Jostling with the locals, who were out in force, we made our way over the bridge, greeted by stunning Vietnamese architecture, like I had never seen before. Vast rooms, richly decorated in gold, statues of buddah, iconography adorning the walls, the smell of incense and 360 degree panoramic views across the lake. The red Vietmanese flag, with a golden star in the centre fluttered peacefully in the slight morning breeze, as people looked in awe at the spectacle of oriental history on display.

Inside the Ngoc Son Temple people were laying offerings of food on the altar directly in the centre of this vast open space. A Buddhist monk was chanting in Vietnamese, what I can only imagine to be prayers of some sort, though I can't be sure. As I walked around the room, I noticed more and more art work, beautiful artifacts and cats lounging lazily in doorways or corners, sheltering from the outside. Inscriptions of dedication, silk coverings and ancient books neatly on show for visitors to browse and ponder about the history that made up this delightful, atmospheric structure, a homage to Vietnam's past!

The red flag waved to us as we bid a fond farewell to the temple, situated in the middle of this modern metropolis. I was struck by the number of people out and about on the national holiday, some much needed family time in this busy part of the capital. Everyone looked happy, kids enjoying a go kart race outside a row of restaurants and singing from school children opposite the school they would otherwise be seated. This was the peoples day in Communist Vietnam, not dissimilar to Labour day in other parts of the World.


Our next destination was another temple a short distance away, equally as enchanting, set back from the road between two unassuming office blocks. A local lady approached my Aunt and asked if I would take a photo for her, which I duly did. In return she offered to do the same; I don't mind telling you how reluctant I was to hand over my phone, in case she did a runner with it; not very trusting I know, but you can never be too sure these days. After a brief few moments of hesitation, I gave her my camera and  she took our picture enthusiastically. Believing we were a couple, she asked us to stand in a rather awkward way, that only couples would normally do. We obliged, not wanted to offend her and she was delighted with her work. Handing the phone back she waved goodbye, as Aunty T and I laughed and joked about what had just happened!

After a long 20300 step walk, we arrived at our next destination, Hao Lo Prison, a rather macabre venue, where we learned about acts of barbarism committed against the Vietnamese people. Walking through dark, damp, cramped cells, we realised the horror of this countries past. The tiny prison cells made me feel down and depressed, philosophical and quite upset. I spent time sat on a bench reflecting on mans inhumanity to man. You think we have moved forwards in life as a species, but nothing really changes, wars and conflicts continue.

I wouldn't have chosen to go here normally, but am glad my Aunt made me. As human beings, we should all have a connection to past events, bad or not, to learn and grow and understand circumstances that shaped our World.


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After a brief trip to the Catholic Cathedral and getting lost on the way back, we finally made it to the hotel, where we both collapsed. While my Aunt went for a further evening walk, I decided to relax for the rest of the day until we both went out for dinner in the evening - Fine dining at its best, overlooking the city skyline, chatting about our experiences so far!
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Asian Adventure - Hanoi, 30 April 2019

19/5/2019

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The flight to Bangkok in Thailand, to catch  our connecting flight to Hanoi in Vietnam was pretty uneventful. The plane we were on was the biggest commercial airliner available and consequently a rather smooth ride. We did get the odd bit of turbulence, but as a passenger I felt very little movement. My anxiety did get the better of me as we began our decent, but take off and landing has always been the worst part of any flight for me, this one was no exception.

The flight from London left late, very late, when we arrived in Bangkok we literally had half an hour to get to the next departure gate which was causing great concern for me. As we landed I began the task of putting on my trainers, which wasn't easy, since my feet had swollen during the twelve hour flight. My Aunt and I ran as fast as we could, off the plane and into the terminal, asking people where to go for our connection to Vietnam, which as per usual was on the other side of the airport...WHY DON'T AIRLINES PUT CONNECTING FLIGHTS IN THE SAME TERMINAL!!

Eventually with only minutes to spare we reached the departure gate, but to our horror we had another security check to go through, having to remove belts and shoes. Aunt T made it quite clear we were likely to miss the plane now, expressing her exasperation at the ridiculous waste of time running from one side of the airport to the other, only to be confronted by more security, before we even went up the three extra flights of stairs to our gate. I think we were both tired and angry and just needed a bit of luck.

Luckily they held the flight for us, aware of our impending arrival and we ran quickly onto the plane. Both of us were a sweaty mess after our arduous trip from London; no time to feel sorry for ourselves, the plane left shortly after we sat down in our seats. More food, this time chicken and noodles and before long we arrived in Hanoi.

Driving into Hanoi, I was struck by the lack of organisation. The roads were busy with cars, bikes and tuk tuk's driving in every direction; there didn't seem to be any rules. The ride was as hairy as the plane ride was long and I was just glad to get to our first destination 'The Light Hotel,' which was out of the World. The ambience, standards of cleanliness and care were exceptional at this city centre khách sạn, nestled between other dilapidated residences; worlds apart. Having to wait for several hours before being able to relax wasn't ideal however. We were offered a drink by the hotel staff who explained our room wasn't ready because of our early arrival. Nothing we could do about that, so took the lift to the sky bar upstairs overlooking the city - rather too high for me and the anxiety clicked right back in, eased ever so slightly by three bottles of Hanoi Beer, which tasted great.

Suitably refreshed we headed to our room, which was more like a suite and was absolutely immaculate, clearly everyone who worked in this boutique hotel took pride in what they do; I can't fault it at all, unusual for me.

In the evening we walked around the local area that surrounded our hotel, checking out the street food, which looked rather gorgeous until a  large black rat ran past; my stomach began to churn. We sat down at a local bar and had a couple more beers at 30000 dong, about one British pound. The bar seemed like a local haunt and there weren't many tourists sat outside. The toilets were not the best I have ever seen, having to use a bucket to flush and without toilet paper, but it didn't really matter, I was on holiday and didn't particularly care. Sat watching the busy street in front of the little establishment, I was delighted to be a part of the vibrant, eclectic scene spread out before me; I couldn't be more content!

In the evening My Aunt and I had dinner at the hotel, in the restaurant on the eleventh floor. We were served by a lovely young man called Heu, pronounced Heal. He talked about his family life and of his Mother in particular, who had always instilled a positive moral compass within him, telling him to 'treat others as he would like to be treated himself,' which he duly did. We both had a great evening meal of Vietnamese food, which tasted superb. The spices and herbs I had never had before, still linger on my tongue today. Heu said the flavouring was unique to Vietnam and he couldn't really explain what they were, but they were mouthwateringly good, just like our first day in downtown Hanoi!

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Asian Adventure - Leaving Portsmouth, 29 April 2019

18/5/2019

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Today I have returned to the UK with my Aunt after a three week holiday in Asia, a vacation like no other and an important period for me to spend with my husband Darrell. This time was crucial for us given our circumstances and we have managed to create many more memories to add to our twenty-four years together, the only thing that matters at my time of life.

Today I am reliving that journey in Asia here on my blog, on the day I set foot back on British soil. This first entry, will begin the story of just what happened during our time together and the adventures we experienced in my favourite part of the World.

I did manage to keep a journal of events whilst staying in every country I visited, so will be serialising them over the next month. My travels abroad have been detailed on social media as one would expect and the interest shown by followers to my personal profile as well as my 'Real Truth Blogger' page as been phenomenal. I would like to dedicate my diary of events to all of you, my loyal readers, for sticking by the blog, even when I was away and unable to write as I would have liked.

Today's entry begins nearly three weeks ago, as my Aunt and I left Portsmouth on day one of this expedition of a lifetime....It feels like a lifetime now, we have seen and done so much!


So here we are finally in the air after an extremely long day. As I begin this narrative, I am mindful of how tired and exhausted I feel, the anticipation of the days ahead has been as exhausting as getting up early today. I was up, bolt upright in bed at 2am, even before the alarm sounded. I had a terrible few hours sleep, in the end taking a sleeping pill given to me by a friend and customer where I work at The Newcome - Melatonin she called it, a pill that produces the very chemical we all secrete when we naturally drift off to the land of nod.

It was about a quarter to eight in the evening when I finally popped the tablet. I had been avoiding it, not wanting to take something that would have left me a zombie for the rest of the day, but when my Aunt woke me up a few minutes after I fell asleep, looking for her keys, I thought 'sod it,' why not, I'll give it a go; rather that than tossing and turning in bed until it was time to leave. Melatonin is apparently good for jet lag too, so I will certainly be taking another one when I return. I must have been soundo within the hour. It felt great to have a wonderful few hours sleep and no swirling head when I got up!

Catching the National Express Coach from The Hard in Portsmouth couldn't have been easier. It was a cold and misty morning as I waved goodbye to HMS Warrior, just round the corner from the Coach Station, taking a photo of the ship as I went. I felt a little apprehensive about my time away, Portsmouth was now my home and the ship represented my life today...Tomorrow I would be in a foreign country waiting for my husband to arrive!

It took three hours to reach Heathrow, stopping at five or six stops along the way, which is a long time by anyone's standards, but the ride was comfortable, giving me time to reflect on the holiday ahead and chat with my Aunt about our expectations while travelling through four culturally different countries that few people seem to visit.

On arrival we made our way to the Thai Airways Self Service Check in, the first airline to start us on our way. The cheerful young lad had a laugh and  joke at our inability to use the automated system, probably something to do with our advancing years....Personally I would rather someone did it for us, but we are in the modern age and this probably wont be the last time check in procedures cause us hassle along the way.

Luggage deposited, it was time for breakfast at 'Eat' in the Heathrow Airport Food Court. If I am honest the food was diabolical and the service even worse. We had to wait over half an hour to be served, by an assistant who clearly had no people skills at all; how they keep their jobs is beyond me. Had we been rushing to catch a flight, we would have missed it, we were just lucky to have time on our hands. These places make my blood boil, they have a monopoly over catering in airports so don't care about the standards of service they deliver...My view, avoid if you can!

After a brief wonder around some very expensive shops, we settled down at La Sailles Restaurant for refreshments and to charge our phones, this time the service was much better, though like everywhere at Heathrow overpriced.

Now as readers to my blog are aware I really do suffer with anxiety, so getting onto a plane is an absolute nightmare for me....We are actually in the air now, flying at 30000 feet and I am feeling OK, just OK, a little bit tired granted, but just over under an hour ago and I was in panic mode - heavy, shallow breathing, pensive and sweaty, I nearly walked away from the departure lounge at gate B44, the fear inside of me is real. Just before I fly, I always seem to read about how to survive a plane crash, where the best place is to sit and what are my chances of dying? Winding myself us before every holiday seems to me somewhat of a tradition and today was no different.

In the end I took a very beep breath, gulped rather deeply and shook dark thoughts from my mind and thank God I did. The service, food and facilities on board this double decker A380 are second to none. This is turning out to be the best international flight I have ever been on, even though the sheer size of the plane and how the hell it stays up in the air bothers me...Maybe I think too much?

I'm on my second bottle of 'Chang' Lager and ploughing my way through a low fat meal that my Aunt ordered by mistake, when she booked the flights. Equally she accidentally ordered low sodium meals for herself, which landed her with a dinner of poached salmon, which she hates...Not a problem for me, so we just swapped and it was rather nice. In her frustration, she also removed all trace of vegetables from her meal, something else she doesn't eat, mistakenly putting them in her coffee cup...Without the black stuff she has finally hit the alcohol and it wont be long before she passes out.

As for me, well I'm watching Bohemian Rhapsody a film I haven't seen yet and I'm enjoying it as much as I can, between those bouts of anxiety about being thousands of feet in the air in a flying elephant.

17.12 Britain or 23.12 Thailand

We have been flying nearly five hours now and I just can't get to sleep, it's impossible. Don't get me wrong, I am tired but I just refuse to sleep...JUST IN CASE! Christ knows what I would do if something bad did happen, but the fact I am awake helps...Maybe I could batter my way out of a burning plane while everyone slept, or notice a hijacker while everyone else is snoring...I don't know...It's just a false sense of security, so stay awake I do! As soon as I start to drift off I jump back into life, it's that 'anxiety' thing again...I just need to learn to relax more.

Watching Mary Poppins

Helps with my anxiety...How do I actually stop it? Driving me insane...The signing is marvellous and taking my thoughts off the current turbulence...Got to love Mary, great childhood memories, if I die now, I'll be happy!

18.45 Britain or 12.45 Thailand

Low fat and low sodium sandwiches brought around. Tomato in white bread with no butter....THAT'S IT...(Bloody Aunty T!)

Aunty T and I have three seats to ourselves, it really does feel like we have moved in for the duration. We have just had a laughing fit as she tries to get past me, her junk and my rubbish to go to the toilet, which is just at the back of us. I actually don't mind that too much....There's lots of fit men on this flight...backpackers and travellers, my guess! It was good to have some laughter, a welcome break from all the stress of flying
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Claybornes World - Cancer Research Teddy In All The Best Places ... Asia 2019!

17/5/2019

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Vietnam, Hong Kong, South Korea and cambodia:
29 April 2019 - 17 May 2019!

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