I begin this journal somewhere north east of Lord Howe Island. We have just had what is euphemistically described as a snack – chilli chicken and rice, green salad with vinaigrette, cheese and bikie and a TIM TAM. The lovely Hawaiian airlines stewardesses’ each with industrial quantities of frangipanis in their hair, have come along and collected the scraps and our serving tray, their plastic gloved hands a testament to risk management 101. We head for Hawaii and thence on to Seattle, Vancouver, Alaska and thence to the east, a trip 12 months in the planning. It wasn’t meant to be this way. It was supposed to be central Europe: Croatia, Slovak Republic, a possible return to Greece and Turkey. Liz remarked in passing that she would like to do an Alaskan cruise, to experience a
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