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In a flap
Oh dear, I said no snakes today, didn’t I? I was wrong, there were snakes again. And giant millipedes, cockroaches, lizards, catfish, horseshoe crabs and many, many butterflies. We were at the Penang Butterfly Farm, where delicate butterflies fluttered around us under the canopy of the mock jungle enclosure. An older western lady, presumably the…
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Shiok and/or
The exhaustion of yesterday provided one massive benefit today: Alex slept in. This was greatly welcomed. The hotel has the Australian Asia-Pacific Network available on the television, which means kids shows like Giggle and Hoot, Bananas in Pyjamas (animated in Singapore anyway) and Playschool. More chances to catch up on some typing. B and Alex…
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Flowers, food and footweariness
Time zones can be a bane of the traveller, especially when you have a four year old who doesn’t go back to sleep once he awakes. After staying up late to post photos and recharge everything I had had only four hours of sleep when Alex awoke at 4.30am Singapore time. That’s a late 7.30am…
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Lonely ePlanet
Trains in Thailand are punctual, comfortable, cheap and serve reasonable food. South east Asia on a shoestring, 1st edition, 1975 From our experience they got one out four right (cheap). My how things have changed in the 35 years and 15 editions since that first Lonely Planet book. I’ve just finished reading Brian Thacker’s light and enjoyable…
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Eucalyptus Gaoka
I was looking for shopping centres around Tokyo in Google Maps when I suddenly came across the strangely named Eucalyptus Gaoka station. View Larger Map Eucalyptus and Japan are not something you usually associate with each other, plus it had seemed to have a railway lasso attached to it. It was a bit of a…
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How I plan Japan
I look at a map and spot a railway line. View Larger Map Then I use a station name to try to find the name of the line. No, wait, that stops partway along with grey railway line of the map.What’s the end station? Got it. Any connections listed? No. Alright, what’s the end station…