tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post-19584931924985858392008-02-23T05:29:00.000Z2008-03-10T21:25:01.049Z

The respite of Singapore is short. Within an hour I am back on the plane. It is the first time in my life I have not been eager to leave an airport. Over the Java Sea, blood begins to trickle from my left nostril. Quickly soaking all available tissues, it keeps on flowing, falling onto my jacket with Pollockian intent. Great, just great. I will have to face Australian immigration looking like I

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