The first home-cooked, and Chinese, meal I've had in eons, thanks to Gim Hui and his friends down at Surrey(from the left Jacky, Janice, Gim Hui, Terrence), who were lovely people and skilful chefs. I've had a most memorable night - Emperor Herbal Chicken (half of it stir-fried, because there wasn't enough space in the pot to steam the whole chicken), cards, wine and just plain lazing around.
The Guildford Borough Cemetary, on a wind- and rainswept morning. Cemetaries are great places for walks if one desires peace and quiet, not least because nobody's able to disturb you.
Yup, that would be the same Lewis Carroll that wrote
Alice In Wonderland and
Through The Looking Glass.
A bird's eye view of Guildford. Not exactly bird's eye, but high enough for a panoramic vista. I was told Guildford, and Surrey, has long been London's garden, and many Londoners who seek a weekend getaway from the hustle and bustle of the city head there. Not surprising, for the area looks rather pristine and inviting, without the smog and the traffic and the people that characterises a large metropolis as London.
Gimz, Kelvin (who is his cousin) and Me on the Dockland Railway, heading towards Greenwich.
The view from the Royal Observatory in Greenwich. Yonder is Canary Wharf, the financial district of London. To my left, which is not in the picture, is the line that delineates Zero Greenwich Mean Time, fenced off and locked because we arrived a little too late.
Canary Wharf. This looks like a shot out of the last instalment of the Matrix trilogy, what with the honey-combed office buildings and the white lights. We're missing only some rain and some Agent Smiths.
The first home-cooked, and Chinese, meal I've had in eons, thanks to Gim Hui and his friends down at Surrey(from the left Jacky, Janice, Gim Hui, Terrence), who were lovely people and skilful chefs. I've had a most memorable night - Emperor Herbal Chicken (half of it stir-fried, because there wasn't enough space in the pot to steam the whole chicken), cards, wine and just plain lazing around.
The Guildford Borough Cemetary, on a wind- and rainswept morning. Cemetaries are great places for walks if one desires peace and quiet, not least because nobody's able to disturb you.
A bird's eye view of Guildford. Not exactly bird's eye, but high enough for a panoramic vista. I was told Guildford, and Surrey, has long been London's garden, and many Londoners who seek a weekend getaway from the hustle and bustle of the city head there. Not surprising, for the area looks rather pristine and inviting, without the smog and the traffic and the people that characterises a large metropolis as London.
Gimz, Kelvin (who is his cousin) and Me on the Dockland Railway, heading towards Greenwich.
The view from the Royal Observatory in Greenwich. Yonder is Canary Wharf, the financial district of London. To my left, which is not in the picture, is the line that delineates Zero Greenwich Mean Time, fenced off and locked because we arrived a little too late.
Canary Wharf. This looks like a shot out of the last instalment of the Matrix trilogy, what with the honey-combed office buildings and the white lights. We're missing only some rain and some Agent Smiths. 
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