7 June 2006
Leaving for the World Cup

As usual, when I am trying to go on these big trips, I always kind of leave stuff till the last minute. This time it was getting a place to bunk the babies (Thanks Terri!) - you know I mean the furry kind, right?

I was also doing up these last minute notes. I'm a great believer in these note things. Yeah, sure, so it's in your guide book, but if you take the time, you can have one sheet of paper that tells you everything you need to know about the city. And then, I have a little clear plastic wallet that hangs around my neck, and I fold the paper in half, so it's within easy reach.

I have been so brought up on The Amazing Race.

Anyway, I'm rushing and rushing and packing and packing and then, just as I was about to leave for the train station - I realised that there was a small tear in the bag.

Not a big tear, about a centimeter or so (half an inch for you purists). The problems with tears is that little ones will become big ones evetually, so I had to do something about it quickly.

No, I didn't ask my mum to sew it for me. Her eyesight isn't what it used to be, anyway.

Instead, I waited till I got on the KL Sentral train to KLIA and took out my trusty sewing kit. I've had this kit since even before the last Big Trip, and it still goes great guns for me. I spread the on the seats facing me and do some jury-rig surgery. Of course, everybody in the carriage is looking at me, but I'm man enough to be comfortable in my own masculinity. Even so, I gave the occasional grunt as I tightened the thread, just to show them I was doing a real man's job of it, you understand.

These strange looks were only matched by the ones the cleaners in KLIA gave me when I was trying to record the video diary. So hard, I tell you.

The highways in Bangkok are elevateed and run above busy streets below. When you're driving along, you're at least four or five stories up. Gives the impression that you're gently floating through the city.

Labels: germany, world cup