Sunday, March 11, 2012

Update


As an old friend said when emailing for an update: “the regular blogs seem to have hit the buffers”!

It’s not been uneventful but we, touch wood, have had mainly minor health issues. My right knee for example is protesting its abuse and Lin possibly passed a kidney stone (renal calculus for those who enjoy medical terms) sometime in November.

Life goes on and there hasn’t been anything of note to pass on. And I just haven’t felt the need to write.

But I guess some news is due.

Our domestic helper suffered a stroke on Sunday a week ago, on her day off. Fortunately she was with a group of church friends and they had the presence of mind to call for an ambulance.

As is the usual procedure they took her to the nearest government hospital, Tan Tock Seng Hospital, which is known for its treatment of neurological conditions.

Her friends also called me and I went post haste to the ER to wait for the ER doctor’s verdict. 

The doctor had sent her for a scan and diagnosed that she had suffered a hemorrhagic stroke (a stroke caused by a rupture in a blood vessel, which causes bleeding in the brain).

The young doctor (they almost all look young!) asked me if she had a history of hypertension (high blood pressure to us mortals), high cholesterol or headaches.

I told him that I could not think how this happened because she is only 41 years old and in good health (until the stroke). No headaches, no illnesses, no hypertension.

She was warded that night in the high dependency unit and stayed there for a day and a half when her condition had stabilized sufficiently. Then she was moved into a general ward where she seems to have made slow but steady progress.

Despite many standards services in Singapore having descended to third world levels, I am happy to say that the standard of care in our government hospitals is world class. This is based on my experience with Lin at NUH and now with Analie at TTSH.

I have also visited friends at Singapore General which is probably as overloaded and as chaotic as Queen Mary in Hong Kong.

Come to think of it, except for having to share communal bathrooms (ugh!) because not everyone here is fastidious in their personal habits (despite many public campaigns), I would be happy to be in a 6-bed ward.

Anyway, I’ve been finding my way in a new situation. Every time I visit Analie and observe the hospital staff at work, I learn something new.  Tapping the knowledge and experience of one of my doctor friends has also taught me things about strokes and rehabilitation.

At first I felt at a loss because I had no idea how to get in touch with her family in the Philippines to inform them of the sad news. Then it occurred to me to look at the contacts list in her cellphone for names I might have heard her mention.

Thus, I eventually made contact with one of Analie’s relatives and through them made contact with her family in Iloilo (Philippines), although it was her cousin in Singapore who had the unenviable task of breaking the news to her family at home.

Since then I have been fielding  emails from them and attempting to find out what is available for stroke rehabilitation in Iloilo city.

I didn’t examine the insurance policy which her agent had recommended I obtain when she joined us. But I certainly caught up with my reading because we will need to make a claim. 

At that time the normal coverage was for SIN$10,000 but we had a policy for $15,000 - a better total payout, but I doubt if it will cover all her medical bills and her stay in a rehab. hospital until she’s well enough to travel home.

Given her condition we’ll be using a medical evacuation service to send her back to the Philippines. Thank goodness this is covered under the insurance policy.

What is sad is that foreign domestic workers in Singapore do not have any relief on their medical bills; they have to pay the full price and cannot be admitted into ‘charity’ hospitals which are only for citizens and Permanent Residents.

I asked about a Community Hospital for her rehab. and even then she only qualifies for an A or B1 which are not subsidized. She cannot be admitted into B2 Plus, B2 Enhanced and B2 Dormitory and C class wards - even though she is not a wealthy foreigner or a ‘medical tourist’.

This is something we would not normally think about, but have to face when it happens. So the burden on the domestic helpers and their employers is greater than one would imagine.

She has been a good worker and we like her, all the more reason why we would not scrimp on her care even though it could mean we are out-of-pocket for more than we bargained. She’s become part of our family although she has been with us just shy of two years.

Any of our Singaporean and Hong Kong friends reading this should examine their domestic helper insurance policies and upgrade them if necessary, given that health care has become a lot more costly.

I’ve also been looking for a replacement as it is highly unlikely she will be able work for quite some time, if at all. This too has been an experience - suffice to say that many agents extract their pound of flesh from helpers who are charged a sizable fee to come overseas to make a living.

They incur this debt when signing up in their home countries, the employer pays of the debt by paying the agency. Then, the agency instructs the employer how much (or should I say how little) to pay their helpers in their first seven or eight months in order to have the helper work off her debt.

Sometimes the helper only receives SIN$10 or SIN$20 for those months!

Governments too exploit their citizens by making them pay various forms of taxes and fees. Countries like the Philippines ‘export’ workers to all corners of the world and enjoy an increasing stream of revenue from the earnings that find their way back into the country.

They now have domestic helper training courses, but these don’t really prepare the helpers for what lies ahead.

So helpers make a lot of sacrifices and work hard to raise their families - and run the risk of abuse, critical illness and other misfortunes. Life being what it is, good employers are in the minority and few people are interested in taking on their cause.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Oh What A Night!

This blog has been rather noticeable for its silence, not that nothing's been happening or that life is dull although in Singapore it's been a case of more of the same old, same old stuff. So rather than irritating myself I decided it wasn't worth mentioning.


In recent months the only few high spots have been a wedding (in Singapore) and a trip to India. Until tonight in Hong Kong.


Lin and I set out for dinner from Hong Kong Parkview (which almost every taxi driver in HK seems to know the way to) with our family at the venerable Hong Kong Club. In my haste to get out of the taxi and grappling with a puffy jacket and a bag of clean laundry for my brother, I left my handbag on the seat in the taxi which sped off as Hong Kong taxis are won't to do.


I realized this as soon as I had deposited the puffy jacket and laundry bag at the reception desk. Sheer panic set in and I told Lin about it. He dashed off into the cold night and dense traffic to peer into every passing taxi in case one of them held the errant handbag.


I mentioned this to one of the receptionists who did not have any bright ideas and so while I got on the house phone to call our helper and my brother went of in search of Lin, all I could do was fret and worry - and try to think of friends with a computer, preferably an Apple.


Of course, without my iPhone I could only remember a handful of numbers. Still I managed to get hold of a friend to go to 'Find My Phone' and there we got a bit of false hope because they discerned the phone to be at Parkview. So we patiently waited for our helper to get on to Security at Parkview for their list of taxi registration numbers which had passed through their gates between 7:00p and 8:00p.


Lin, by that time, had come back into the Club and spoken to the other receptionist, a very clued up lady. He gave her the Parkview number which was printed on the back of his bus schedule card and she called and asked for assistance in checking their list of taxi registrations with their cctv cameras.


More important she called the centralized hotline for the taxi companies' Lost and Found and put me on so that I could provide the details they needed.


Even then, hope seemed to be very distant and abstract.


While waiting for my sister and her family to arrive I was on the phone to home and again to friends. There was also a melee of people in the foyer of the Club.


But all of a sudden I saw the taxi driver come through the main doors and thrust my handbag at Lin. I jumped up and thanked him in my deficient Cantonese. Instead of acknowledging my thanks and Lin's too, he asked if I would like to check if anything was missing!


All I could think of and did was to get hold of my wallet and fish out some notes to hand to him, so relieved was I to be reunited with my handbag again. He thanked us and rushed off again into the cold night.


It was all so improbable that I am still stunned. I had almost resigned myself to canceling my credit cards, re-applying for my bank card, driving license and HK ID. It wasn't the money (there wasn't much in there) but the hassle and the cellphone that bothered me.


Even though in Hong Kong it is easier to obtain replacement documents such as our car registration book, driving license, HK ID and cards than in Singapore.


A few months ago I had to get a duplicate of the car registration document because it was nowhere to be found at home or anywhere else and we had been away most of the time between road tax renewals. I checked the internet and noted that I had to make a police report and tend that to the Road Transport Department.


The Happy Valley police station was very smart and the policemen were friendly and helpful and we had a little chat about Singapore since the one who assisted me had visited some years ago.


The Road Transport department were quick and efficient too.


I compare that with my two previous experiences at the Lavender Street head office of the ICA in Singapore - both times when I had to apply for replacement NRIC's (National Registration Identity Card, I presume, is what that acronym stands for).


First I had to get a queue number and when you lose documents or in some way are perceived to be causing them an inconvenience or being a "bad child" you wait longer than those in the queue for the straightforward, routine stuff. It's quite apparent when you sit and wait and watch the numbers being posted on the displays.


Anyway, in the case of a lost NRIC it costs Sin$100 (about HKD$600) for the first time you lose your IC and $300 for the next time. It takes a month when you lose your IC for the first time and then three months if you did not learn your lesson the first time around!


Since we used to bounce around between Florida, HK and Singapore I was bound to leave some documents behind somewhere. But mindful of the need for my IC for voting in the Presidential Elections, I decided not to risk being without my IC for more than 14 days and waiting until I got back to HK to check in my cupboards before applying for a replacement.


So I got the 'bad child' treatment of waiting lover and paying more (only to find out later it was safe and sound in HK - the same case as with my first 'lost' NRIC).


I don't know how long it takes to get a replacement in Hong Kong but I expect less than 3 months and it is much less expensive - HKD$335 each time (less than SIN$60). It's no wonder people say that in Singapore we Pay and Pay.


What happened tonight might never happen to me in Singapore because it is so hard to hail taxis, I am not laden with jackets and stuff because our weather is never cold and I suspect I would not get the cooperation of the staff at any of our clubs to contact various parties. Also the bureaucracy of public transport Lost and Found, if anything like my past experiences with Lost Luggage at Changi Airport, would make it a long and arduous chore (try calling them on the phone) to locate my bag.


Last but not least, I must be one of the luckiest people in the world to have met a honest and kind taxi driver. I cannot say that a Singapore taxi driver would not have taken the trouble to try and find the owner of the handbag, but I have a gut feel that all my sentiments about Hong Kong public transport and especially its taxi service are justified - even if it is only in my case. And when compared to Singapore's.


If in HK and you need the centralized taxi Lost and Found do call: 1872920.


And if you have an iPhone (even one set on silent, use Find My Phone - only after I got home did I find out that with access to a computer you can get your silenced iPhone to ring loudly).




But my wish for all of you for 2012 and beyond is that you won't need either.


Merry Christmas and a Happy, Fulfilling and Healthy New Year!







Saturday, September 17, 2011

Adding to my trove of hospital experiences


One thing is for sure, I could not write for a living because I cannot find the energy or motivation to sit down and write about all the things that I often think about or experience.

This blog, for example, has languished for some time. I could claim that there is a hiatus in Lin’s follow up care which is true because he is in between check ups (thankfully he gets his port-a-cath flushed without event).

We are thankful that he is in fine health.

More recently I got to know more about a different illness and treatment; this time it had to do with an abscess of the liver.

My brother called me one Friday evening to say that he was running a high fever, had chills and a bad headache but would wait until Monday to visit his GP.

He called me on Saturday afternoon to say that he was feeling worse and was going to the 24-hour clinic and Accident/Emergency department at Gleneagles, a nearby private hospital.

I insisted on driving him there and before too long the duty doctor examined him and suggested a blood test to check for malaria, dengue or something else. Rather than wait there for hours we went back to his apartment.

When the results came back the diagnosis was a bacterial infection and my brother decided to wait until Monday to see his regular GP – who also did some more tests.

In the meantime he was started on a course of antibiotics and felt a little better. But at my prodding he spoke to a friend at the National University Hospital (NUH) who happened to be flying out that night for a medical conference but urged him to go to the walk-in A&E, which we did after dinner on Wednesday night.

Until then I had no idea that Singapore’s government hospitals were overloaded. Not only were patients waiting to be examined, there were announcements over their public address system to say that they were experiencing a shortage of beds.

At about 3:30am we drove home – he had been examined, prodded and poked. Blood was extracted for testing and he was given medicine via IV. There was still 100 patients waiting to be seen by the two doctors on duty!

Perhaps that was why the doctor on duty that night was curt to the point of being rude. The first thing he said when we walked into his room was “name” and then he pointed at the only other chair in the room and said, “sit down”. I stood the whole time, trying to pretend I was an IV stand.

Being me, I waited until we were ready to return to the waiting room and asked him for his name. He gave me the shortened form and as I had not come across such a name I asked him to spell it. “J-O-C-E” he said. I later found out it was Jocelito.

Overworked or not, he had no excuse for being so rude and offhand with any patient, but I guess the patients were all too ill to notice.

Anyway, my brother was asked back the next day for a consultation with a gastroenterologist and the upshot was that he was asked to check in. But no beds were available so he went home to wait.

Later that Thursday night he was checked in and antibiotics were administered intravenously for his liver abscess and an infection.

However, what he at first thought was prickly heat from his rather warm, non-air-conditioned accommodation turned out to be a severe reaction to one of the antibiotics. By that time they had managed to find him an air-conditioned room and he was much happier.

Because of the allergy they pulled the IV and gave him oral doses of antibiotics instead. And decided to wait for some improvement in his skin condition before they introduced a needle through his abdominal wall to drain the abscess.

This meant more waiting and, finally, on Wednesday after the dermatologist had given the OK, the abscess was drained.

By the next day he felt much better. Three days later (Saturday)  I think he will be allowed home soon – after they have removed the drainage baggie.

Needless to say, every morning I would “WhatsApp” him and bombard him with questions, some of which he would ask the doctors - the doctors being fortunate not to have their visits coincide with mine!

The drug allergy is a mixed blessing. While he does not have to live with an IV for six weeks while antibiotics are pumped into him 24 hours a day, he still has to take six weeks’ worth of antibiotics at timed intervals even if it means waking up to take them.

After this, he will be quite healthy and bacteria-free. And he is going to be a teetotal purveyor of wines until the doctors give him the green light to resume imbibing wine!

What I have learnt from this is to suffer any headaches and fever combination until such time as the doctors have been able to take blood samples and culture them for bacteria.

This would enable them to target the type of bacterium and administer the appropriate antibiotic.

Otherwise they would have to throw the kitchen sink at the infection which could be caused by any or a combination of the usual suspects -including streptococcus and staphylococcus (real nasties).

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Getting to the news that is fit to print


Spending portions of the year in different places may seem idyllic, but there are many big and little things to do to close down one household and get another up and running. Being married to an ex-newspaperman means that I have to suspend magazine and newspaper subscriptions in one place and get deliveries to resume in another.

You would think this is easy and seamless given that newspapers are in the business of communications. And you would also be forgiven for thinking that with the declining popularity of the printed word, the papers’ circulation departments would be on the ball.

In a way they have been on the ball, some promoting home delivery on their Web sites and others running circulation campaigns (selling subscriptions) with cars as prizes.

But lots of times things fall between the cracks.

In the USA, the WSJ could not find our subscription details and we had to set up home delivery all over again. The New York Times was a bit confused because we also have a subscription to the IHT which now calls itself the Global Edition of the New York Times.

The South China Morning Post fiddled with its delivery logistics and after that took days to get its act together to resume delivery. Unacceptable for a daily that gets delivered every morning. Hopefully they now have someone who knows more about newspapers than just reading them.

Of the magazines Businessweek is like a giant oil tanker and takes as long to stop or turn! As their mailing labels are prepared three weeks in advance they need three weeks notice to suspend or resume delivery, an age in today’s world.

Some require going online to use their web forms, others can be contacted by email.

The US newspapers usually try to get one to phone without realising there is a whole world outside of America that cannot avail themselves of their 1-800 toll free numbers and may not be in a convenient time zone. But then the USA still has not shed its parochial mentality, not surprising of a country that still measures in feet and inches, weighs in pounds and ounces, fills up in gallons and prints letters in Letter and Legal sizes.

But if booby prizes were awarded, our local giant Straits Times would win hands down.

For all their hype and full colour, full page bluster recently and revamps of their web version (STI), I have found the online ST cumbersome to navigate.

After months of always unsuccessful, intermittent attempts to log-in a certain way I gave up trying and resolved to get that solved.

To do that I had to try and replicate the steps and note down the circumstances which caused this error message to appear.

Finally I got my mind focused on troubleshooting the problem, always the hardest part of getting anywhere with computer related situations whether you call it inertia or fear.

The next hardest part is convincing the tech people you are not just inept or have a vivid imagination or computer phobia.

Anyway, I am happy to say that someone at STI managed to understand my gibberish and fixed the glitch that prevented me from logging in from the ‘outside’ (going to straitstimes.com) as opposed to what I think of as ‘inside’ (from reading an article in their daily newsletter and continuing from there).

However, the thought has since occurred to me that if I had that problem, maybe others have encountered it too. And unlike me they might have decided to call it a day with straitstimes.com.

Coming back to subscriptions, we now have a subscription to the print version (directly with SPH rather than via the vendor, an episode that calls for its own story) and a subscription to the ST online - aka STI. In addition, I also have an ST application on my iPhone – which I rarely accessed so cannot recall if it was free or paid. (Or, perhaps, linked to my ST online account.)

After ST launched their iPad/iPhone app in a blaze of colour in their print edition, I got curious and found that this app is an update to the iPhone app that’s been on my iPhone - and now includes the iPad too.

The catch is that a subscription is soon to be required as access expires August 31, 2011. More annoying, it contains lots of advertisements.

I don’t remember seeing any advertisements before – in the days when I seemed to get ST articles free.

To continue with my Alice in Wonderland experiences with the ST. After my brother got stuck on his Mac (and so did I trying to help him on my laptop) while attempting to subscribe to the ST online version (a month ago),
I grasped the nettle and emailed a friend at the ST.

I did this as a last resort because STI is one of the rare newspapers site which does not provide the Circulation department’s email anywhere obvious and when you call the number on the web site you get into a queue plus a warning that it could be a long time before your call can be attended to – the old “due to a large call volume” claim. Actually, the recorded voice warned of not being able to elicit a response for TWO days!

Long story short, they set my brother up with a subscription (and hopefully they sorted out the error which prevented Apple computers – or is it all makes – from dealing the subscription deal). Or so I thought until Sunday night when he mentioned in passing that it was only a two month subscription, which came as a surprise to me.

On further investigation, I discovered today that annual online subscriptions have been canned and only short term subscriptions  (for online access) are available until the new subscription scheme is rolled out!

The young lady I was speaking to at ST today must have been bemused by my ranting (I told her it wasn’t her that I was grumbling about but the shortsightedness of her management) on the topic of piecemeal subscription plans and not being able to use the web to subscribe or manage one’s account.

At one point I told her I was thoroughly confused and asked if I needed three accounts – one for print, one for ST online and one for the iPhone/iPad app.

Apparently not, but we will have to wait until the new scheme is (ta-dum, drum rolls please) revealed later this month.

What kind of ‘mickey mouse’ newspaper is this that changes subscription plans in fits and starts and not all in one smooth go?

All I can say is that it is a good that there isn’t much competition even we have a free press in Singapore.




Thursday, July 7, 2011

First Post Chemo Check Up

There hasn't been much to report - we made it to Ponte Vedra where I embarked on a frenzy of getting domestic things sorted out and Lin resumed his golfing days.


I did get away to Tallahassee the capital city of Florida, to play in a tournament with a friend and it was good to get a break as well as to see a different part of Florida.


In May the TPC 'circus' came to town for the week and people who did not leave town to avoid the crowds volunteered to help at the tournament (the annual Tournament Players Championship at Sawgrass). KJ Choi was the winner this year and a deserving one too.


We started our trek back to Singapore in early June, with Lin leaving almost a week ahead of me so that I could close down the house. I caught up with him in Hong Kong and we returned to Singapore at the end of June, in time for his pre-check up workup.


We met with Prof. Wong on Tuesday this week and he went through the lab and x-ray results in his usual thorough manner. In fact he asked for Lin's medication list, which he (the Prof.) insists his patients carry on them at all times.


Lin hadn't looked at his in simply ages and had left it in his travelling wallet so we quickly filled  out another one from memory. When you start to fall into an easy routine, the Prof. pops a curve ball and this is an example of one of them!


What must have triggered it off was Lin's continuing low White Blood Count and low Neutrophil count because he looked at the list and said that none of the things Lin was taking would cause a drop in the blood count. So the marrow must not have recovered sufficiently from the chemotherapy and therefore we have to be vigilant against any type of illness or infection.


Anyway the rest of the news was good, no unexpected lumps and bumps in the x-ray or ultrasound and the blood work (except for the WBC and Neutrophil counts) was normal.


So we are free until end September when Lin goes in for the pre-check up routine and then sees Prof. early October. The fly in the ointment is that the weather is not great anywhere else - it's hot in Florida which is in it's hurricane season.


Hong Kong is into the typhoon season with its torrential downpours, heat and humidity. So it looks like we will have to stay put for a while.


Three weeks back here and we are getting 'rock fever'! We'd got somewhat used to being in Singapore (we were here almost uninterrupted from May 2010 to April 2011) because we were so involved in Lin's treatment which was all new to us and anyway we HAD to be here for the duration of the treatment.


But having recently returned from Florida (clean, orderly, spacious, relaxed) and Hong Kong (vibrant, clean, attractive, courteous) we find today's Singapore a contrast.


The roads are chaotic and crowded, the standard of driving is appalling, the restaurants and retailers seem to just miss the spot and people are plain rude. Sure, there are rude, crude men and women elsewhere too, but there are more 'civilised' people to balance them out. True blue Singaporeans seem to be swamped and not taking it well.


As fr quality of life, we have three renovation/construction sites around us so we get a morning chorus of piling and other loud noises. At night we hear the rumble of the MRT (subway) trains although they are underground. And at various times of the night our sleep is shattered by the loud exhausts of car enthusiasts taking their expensive cars out for a 'throat clearing' exercise.


Sometimes it's just after midnight, sometimes around 4am, and sometimes between 6:30am to 7:00am. There are a few prancing horses, bulls or other loud cars living somewhere in this vicinity (or within a mile or two in radius) and they need to be exercised.


Surprisingly, or because our apartment in Hong Kong is on the edges of a country park, we only contend with daytime renovation noises like jackhammers. At least we get our measure of sleep. Not in this 24-hour casino city.


On a more pleasant note, I happened to be looking at some videos on TED.com and found this one:


http://video.ted.com/talk/podcast/2010X/None/DavedeBronkart_2010X.mp4


It's relevant to ALL of us - presented by a cancer patient who found help and support and is a big advocate of patients helping each other.


I cannot say how important it is to learn all you can about what ails you (be it cancer or something else) and seek help - sometimes patients know more than doctors and nurses. For sure they know what it is like to be a patient.


I had trouble getting to a Web site he suggested, acor.org but nowadays there is a bigger choice of authoritative and useful Web sites for you to chose from. 


And there are also apps for iPhones and iPads (I have an iPhone) which help you understand the body -  they have great graphics hence better on iPads are often offered only for this larger format.


But I am happy with my iMuscle iPhone edition by 3D4Medical.com (there's an iPad edition too).  The presenter of the talk has Visible Body (iPad only) which is in the iTunes Store. Or you can also use Google Body.





Monday, April 11, 2011

A Breath Of Fresh Air

I haven't posted an update since March 22. Hong Kong was a whirlwind but Lin got 18 holes of golf in and I played some golf too - in cool weather!

Then we dashed off to San Francisco where we spent the first two and a half days eating and sleeping; a combination of jet lag and plain tiredness. Fortunately we are blessed with very good friends who have lived in Asia and they went with our flow!

After that much needed pause we finally arrived in Ponte Vedra late on Sunday, April 3. It's now April 11 but it feels like forever because of the mountain (only a slight exaggeration) of accumulated things to do, opening up the house and getting the cars back on track.

Anyway we are making slow but steady progress and the fresh, clean air (except for copious quantities of pollen), clear blue skies and languorous pace is such a welcome change.

No matter how wonderful a city, it can never be as relaxing as being away from the buzz and energy that makes cities what they are.

If you grew up in Singapore or Malaya in the 50's and early 60's, you may remember and understand what I mean by pace. And yet when we were growing up it did not seem to be that slow except when we were waiting to open Christmas or birthday presents. Or to get my driving license!

Only the other day I was chided by a security guard at Sawgrass for being seemingly anxious to go through.

" How long you been in America Ms Anne? Take it slow now!" as I sat in my car fidgeting while she raised the gate for two fire trucks. I didn't know that my impatience was that obvious!

My friends from Hong Kong would simply die of boredom, friends from Singapore would find the pace here a little slow but the golf course more than adequate recompense.

But after coming from Hong Kong and Singapore where domestic help is a given, the most uplifting event of this trip so far is parting ways with our house cleaner-cum- care taker.

It was a case of the last straw that broke the camel's back - but rather than be overly concerned about cleaning house and who will keep an eye on things while we are gone, I have an overwhelming sense of relief.

Anyway it's high time I went through each nook and cranny and did a thorough sorting out - and throwing out of junk that we have accumulated since 1993!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

We Are All Cleared For Take Off!

All's clear so we leave tomorrow for Hong Kong and then puddle jump from Hong Kong on March 30. We'll rest a few days with our friends Elizabeth and Martin in San Francisco before continuing on to Ponte Vedra.


Whew! It's been a bit of a rush and everything hinged on getting the final 'all clear' from the colonoscopy. I am not sure what I would have done if there was a hitch especially as all the flights to Hong Kong seem the be rather full.


I was wondering why as the (Singapore) school holidays have ended, but then I had forgotten about the Rugby 7s which is a jolly good excuse for a wild and wet weekend at Hong Kong Stadium.


So "see you later" to our friends in Singapore and "hello" to our friends in Hong Kong. And "see you soon" to our friends in Ponte Vedra.