This is what it looked like before the monsoon returned
It rained the whole day before we finally got on the plane for Singapore
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We were throughly wet by the time we got to breakfast that last day. We had been hoping to get in some last minute pool time. It was not to be. The water was up to my ankles. We hung around at breakfast for awhile hoping it would stop. No way. So we had to go back and pack our suitcases. We were taken from the hotel to the airport in a van and got our last chance to look at Thailand and the island of Phuket. It was beautiful, even in the rain. All the rubber trees in a row, the oil palms, and the pineapple gardens. Then we were at the tiny airport and delayed for a half hour. We ate at Burger King (because they couldn't screw that up) and got on the plane. It was half empty. I read the Sinagpore paper most of the way there (1:35 minutes is all it takes) and then we were back.
We were throughly wet by the time we got to breakfast that last day. We had been hoping to get in some last minute pool time. It was not to be. The water was up to my ankles. We hung around at breakfast for awhile hoping it would stop. No way. So we had to go back and pack our suitcases. We were taken from the hotel to the airport in a van and got our last chance to look at Thailand and the island of Phuket. It was beautiful, even in the rain. All the rubber trees in a row, the oil palms, and the pineapple gardens. Then we were at the tiny airport and delayed for a half hour. We ate at Burger King (because they couldn't screw that up) and got on the plane. It was half empty. I read the Sinagpore paper most of the way there (1:35 minutes is all it takes) and then we were back.
Mounds of laundry awaited me the next week. I got to tell all my adventures to the staff, my neighbor Tammy, and the doctor who had to treat me for a bacterial/fungi infection soon after I returned. I've returned for a second round of anti-biotics. There were changes around the apartments while I was gone. The Head Boss here is still in the hospital after an operation. The pool got new chairs and tables, they are painting, they fixed my livingroom light and the leak in my shower, the oven fan. The pool has once again been fogged for mosquitoes. So all is right in the world once again.
I braved the people at Orchard Towers to find the Cambodia Embassy. Unlike the Chinese embassy which is heavily guarded and heavy-handedly managed, the Cambodia embassy was easy. There was a girl at the desk that spoke English, had you fill out two applications, gave you glue to glue your picture on, and one fellow who read over your application (and pointed out your mistakes) and took the 36 dollars needed. That was it. Why is the Cambodia embassy located in a whore house? I guess it's cheap and convenient.
That's all from this side of the world (it's still raining). Donna
Sorry to hear your last day was nothing but rain. Maybe it will help wash some of the trash away. When do you leave for Cambodia? This weekend or next?
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