w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

The underseat heaters on today’s dirty, decrepit slam-door were belching out so much noxious heat that even with thrown-open windows sucking in the grey, misty air, muffled commuters were quickly shedding scarves, gloves, coats, whatever. It must have been 90 degrees when we were stationary. Nice.

The latest natural tragedy to hit Indonesia now probably means that we won’t be meeting up with Number One Son in Sri Lanka later this year. Which is, of course, only a personal disappointment for us, but a horrendous disaster for the innocent and indefensible people in that region.

So where do we go?

Here? (where my Mum was born – the daughter of an Army man, stationed there. I never met him.)

Or here? Have had good reports from other tourists.

Or here? Actually had a really good day there once, watching the birdmen (and women) vying for that elusive prize..

Answers on a postcard, please.

Holiday-me-up!