Tag: Swim

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Singapore – Shooting the Breeze

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It was my last full day, I had one more sleep before I would have to pack up and leave. I knew I already didn’t want to. I had nothing planned. I got ready and decided along the way that I really should go and see the Marina Bay Sands hotel up close. So far… Continue reading Singapore – Shooting the Breeze

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Singapore – A Day of Rest

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Between all the walking, the time difference, that was playing havoc and the heat, I was knackered. I woke up and then dozed - a few times. Eventually getting up to have breakfast on the balcony, coffee and writing a bit. I think because I’m in an apartment block as opposed to a hotel I’m… Continue reading Singapore – A Day of Rest

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Singapore – Travel Day and a little bit more..

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I was awake. I’d managed to sleep a bit but you never can settle when you know you’ve got to be up super early, I had to get the bus to the Terminal. I was downstairs waiting nice and early. I bought a return ticket at the machine and stood and waited. I decided to… Continue reading Singapore – Travel Day and a little bit more..

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A Lull

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It’s been a while since my last trip away. There have been reasons. The main one being the swimming. It seemed to completely take over mine and Viv’s lives. I think we actually became a little addicted to it. I am however pleased (and proud) to say I swam 30 miles, the extra challenge that… Continue reading A Lull

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I Can’t Quite Believe It!

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So this was it, the day of the last (official) mile of my Diabetes Swim 22 challenge - to swim 22 miles from the 22nd February to the 22nd May. It’s the equivalent of swimming the English Channel - so today I was going to arrive in France! I was swimming, as always, with my… Continue reading I Can’t Quite Believe It!

Swimming, Travel

A Big Wet Week

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This swimming malarkey is knackering, especially when you have a best friend encouraging you and not allowing you to quit. That friend is Viv, she’s cropped up in a couple of my other blogs. She’s my rock, the voice in my head and conscience on my shoulder, although I don’t always follow her advice...I can… Continue reading A Big Wet Week