Guess you could describe this as a day of waiting. Our last TOOLong call was at 3 pm and I nearly needed all day to complete the APT Survey. There were hundreds of questions. I did draw the line at any that had to do with marketing their next trip. Anyway, with homework completed we could use the rest of the day to get organised.Met for a leisurely breakfast and confess that we ate till 10.30 and then attacked the packing, re-packing and the repack of the repack ...

It was a day of false starts. Thought I would get ahead of the game and hit the shower early. Unfortunately, at 5 am there was no hot water. By 6 am all was flowing well and and decisions around breakfast were the biggest challenge of the day.The tender boats were back for us for an 8.45 start and our first visit was to Evergreen Island. Again, Tang waved his yellow sign and took us door to door through the farming village, greeting all the locals and providing u...

Who had the bright idea to order tea and coffee for room service at 6.45 am. The alarm tingled gently at 6.30 which we promptly ignored but the ding dong of Sam calling had to be answered! Mac was charged with the responsibility of getting the door as I made the mad dash to bury myself under the covers. Not ordering that for tomorrow....or on any subsequent day.Breakfast held a little surprise because Mappy had organised an introduction for us to one of the wait ...

Woke up to celebrate our wedding anniversary! How lucky are we.Breakfast AGAIN but definitely toned down to the bare essentials of cereal and fruit. It seems like a marathon of gluttony and it is not so much "at the table" that hurts it's the aftermath of continually feeling bloated.We tried to walk it off with our APT tour guide Twee. But really didn't get into stride. It was a bus tour with stopovers and inspections of some of the architectural highligh...

The loud speaker was blaring. The shrill voice barked instructions. The marching music was bouncing off the high rise buildings. It was a rude awakening to Day 4. I seriously thought I had woken up in the opening chapters of Marsden's "Tomorrow when the war began!" The streets were blocked off and from our 12th floor window we could see yellow shirts, red shirts and green shirts moving down Uncle Ho's avenue. And it was only 5.30 am!Forget level 1 and bre...