Oh, the delights of a few days in the tropics. And then it all goes wrong.
Last weekend, Starfish and I were in Kuala Lumpur for the Formula One Grand Prix. You know the one: nine laps, rain, cars parked, garden tents on the grid. Fantastic racing.
It was wet. Very wet. But nice to be back in KL and then Singapore.
Not so nice to be hopelessly lost several times.