SINGAPORE

The two and a half years I lived in Germany was a social learning curve for me. I didn't have any German friends at all. It was in a way like living on a little island with little minded people who kept within the boundaries of their own little, tiny cliques, scared in case they find out that the people on the other side of the fence were just like them and the worrying thing is they probably were !

SINGAPORE ! Wow ! We flew in an airplane called 'The British Eagle ' and if I remember correctly it was somewhere over Africa my brother looked out of the window and as we were sucking on our boiled sweets to help make our ears pop back to normal He noticed that the wing or propeller was on fire. And that the plane was slowly descending. I don't recall any voice from the pilot saying anything at all, so we just looked at each other and Mum, but she didn't say a word except, 'Do you want another sweety darling ?

We started to land as if everything was normal and soon we were stepping out onto a very small airport with dusty looking hand made baskets laid here and there they looked like they had been sitting there for donkeys years. It was very, very, hot and as we entered the sheltered place I noticed this amazing looking broom. It was so colourful I had to hold it and try it out ...but as I moved it from it's position, my brother quickly grabbed it from me and threw it down. Red solder ants were marching up the handle and onto the wall in a long line, I had a good look at them they were awesome with their pincer mouths holding leaves taking them who knows where. Thank goodness a glass of coke was put into my hands and I was told to come and sit down. Didn't want ants in my pants ooooow no!