Hullo world!

i have successfully survived the 12-hour dreary flight, less than satisfactory Indian vegetarian inflight meal and horrible drilling from the terrorist-looking customs officer at the border!

(also had a nice chat with the taxi driver, who seemed a bit cold at first but he warmed up to me later. I suppose not all taxi drivers around the world are like the talkative Singaporean ones- British ones seem to be more of the serious-and-suffer-and-drive-in-silence type. I must have looked slightly disappointed when i tried to make small talk and be nice to him but he initially didn't reciprocate. Ha! persist and you will wear people down! He told me he's going to his friend's in Morocco's for a holiday (how lovely) and that young British people don't really cook)

now, to switch on the heater.

brrrr!!!!!