Time Travel…..

May 27, 2014 at 3:30 pm Leave a comment

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Well, I am home.

I have survived another visit to Manila, where every hotel, mall and office block is guarded by men with big guns and dogs sniffing for explosives. We had earthquake drills and our attention was drawn to the handy checklist next to every telephone in the office, pointing out what to do if someone phones in with a bomb threat. The Philippines is a country where Her Majesty’s Foreign Office warns that the risks of crime, kidnap and terrorism are high. Strangely they did not warn me about the food, which is what nearly got me in the end (see here).

I survived despite much sleep deprivation, a result of jet-lag, stress, and poisoning. I survived despite flying through airspace where planes simply disappear. I survived in spite of a growing regional tension which saw China threatening Japan and Vietnam over disputed oil-rich territories, and a military coup in Thailand, seemingly the result of Manchester City winning the English Premier League (tenuous I know but the link is there if you look for it….).

But, in three weeks away, little seems to have changed. People are still desperately trying to sell their Rolf Harris paintings. MH370 is still lost without trace. The Nigerian school girls are still being held captive by Boko Haram. The Nigerian military remains inept. Assad is still using poison gas in Syria. Putin is still threatening to invade Ukraine, deterred only by a concern that he will make Prince Charles look wise. And, unfortunately, Maslow, our furball baby, remains very poorly.

I missed the British summer. At least I won’t have to clean the BBQ.

I landed on Friday lunchtime, feasted on pork pie and Lancashire hot pot,  and slept most of the weekend only to awake in a newly fascist and racist Europe run by a bearded Austrian lady while the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz is threatening to win the UK general election next year….

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I must still be asleep and having a bad dream….

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