Truths of Old

On my way back to Singapore, I'm hoping to swing by the US of A to visit K, my best (male) buddy in Boston, then jet to California and wander around Los Angeles and San Francisco for a bit before returning to the security and sanity of South East Asia. I dunno, I just want to turn them from names of places, to images of real cities in my head. Just once, before I die. And heaven knows its hard to get time off as a doctor back home, let alone enough time off for a holiday.

I've discovered we get half as much annual leave in Singapore than as in the UK. frown. why am I doing this again.

Anyway, surprisingly the airfare isn't a killer but accomodation IS. Man 180 dollars a night for a hotel in california. Strangely enough, for nice and reasonable UK rates (£40) I can get a 4 bed shared hovel hostel, which I might well end up doing. Sigh.

A minor but I suppose predictable hitch has been the involvement of my dear parents (why does it surprise me every time?) who're trying to throw spanners and other assorted helpful tools into the works. GRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWLLLLLLL.

I want my holiday. Before I settle down. Hell I sound like I'm having a stag night, I'm not, I just want a nice holiday somewhere I've never been. whimper.