Day 1 Planes and Buses It was an excellent full English Breakfast at Heathrow terminal 3 for most of us. All hail-fellow-well-met in our new blue T-shirts and black armbands to remember the lovely Andy Matthews, and almost all with the right badges too. But that would not have been as much fun as the scene in downtown Singapore where an unknown restaurateur leapt for joy as Adam Tyrer, Jason Peers and Victor Ubugo eased their joint 70 stones into one of his booths and ordered the chateaubriand for a starter. While they drank his cellar dry and sent him happily into retirement the rest of us flew through the night, sipping cocktails and snoozing so quietly that the Captain had to come through the cabin to see if we were all OK. He and Luke got chatting and agreed that we’d not stop in at Kabul, but rather all go to sleep for the rest of the journey. Dear Reader, we slept like lambs and disembarked safely to explore Singapore (well the bar at the airport or the bar atop the highest hotel, depending on whether you could be bothered or not) for a few hours, before flying on to Siem Reap. The Somadevi Resort and Spa in the middle of town may be a little dated, but the staff, like all Cambodians we met, are charming, the rooms just fine and the pool huge and dark blue and with a bar in the water to boot, meaning that within minutes of our arriving half a dozen beluga whales pulled up a stool and started challenging the Angkor...
