THE END IS NGH, THE END IS NIGH

I’ve discussed my favourite Siddy on Earth many times before during BETWIXTs so I’ll be brief. Ish. Kinda. It’s March 2026, and I left Blighty at the beginning of October 2025. It seems like months (“You’re telling US”-Non Existent Ed.) since I undertook this mission and in many ways of course, it has been, not least in the amount of time away. 🤣😁🤪

The Big Apple is still Big, and like Granny Smith herself, takes a lot of chewing. But it’s so tasty they named it twice. And…I adore every square inch of it. It does reek of marijuana everywhere though….but three at least singalong piano bars with real live piano players, the most amazing architecture old and new, some astonishing theatre shows on and off Broadway, great shopping, fab Queer scene (I said the Q word again) and all very easy to navigate and great views of places oft eulogised by Woody Allen...

Oh my oh my oh my.

Ok oh KAYYYYYYY. So.

USA is huge and if you’re travelling around it it’s about North and South. Of North America that is. South America is not involved here as I probably will save a trip to Rio or Macu Picchu til the next life.

So I stayed on this particular foray in Los Angeles which is WEST COAST. And I’m ending up on the EAST COAST (North East) in NEW YORK CITY, having also stopped in CHICAGO which is the MIDWEST but isn’t really mid way to the WEST at all. The MIDWEST definition goes back to the MID 1800s when one also had the CORN belt and the RUST belt, but Most Americans say the MIDWEST includes 12 States including Illinois and Ohio, both of which I’m visiting on this trip.

I’ve also been to the Northernmost of the SOUTH of NORTH America TENNESSEE (Nashville) and the DEEP SOUTH isn’t very PROFOUND at all, especially if you’ve watched DALLAS.

Got it...

SO I’m Back in the USA, as somebody once nearly sang. Los Angeles is magnificent in oh so many ways, but can be perilous to ones emotional and physical health. Read on I say and THEN we’ll talk Turkey (though I won’t be going there this trip)…..

FIRSTLY. Let’s talk toilets again Dear Reader.
Water levels way too high leading to, well you can imagine! Why? No idea. Neither do they! Greyhound bus toilets? Some of the worst on Earth and I’ve BEEN to India now and they’re occasionally worse than there. Occasionally. Usually much cleaner though…..

SECONDLY Let’s talk Comedy Sandwiches.
A club sandwich in LA came with three layers of ham, two of chicken, Swiss cheese, American cheese, beef tomatoes, lettuce, mayo, ketchup and five pieces of crispy bacon on the top. And let’s not even get into burgers but just say they’re measured in feet. Heart bypasses? Make it a triple please, and...

It’s the MEGAJOURNEY’S FINAL STRETCH, long suffering Betwixt Fan!

Before we start I feel Dear Reader that I should commence with a few Key Fiji Items:

1. Bula (meaning almost anything mostly Hi) and Vinaka (thanks mate) have entered into my regular vocabulary so beware !
2. I ate a papaya one day for the first time and only found out is was such a thing using AI (thanks to Geoffrey Hunt, my scientific advisor), and it even showed me how to eat it. Rather nice. Useful even.

1. The biggest Fijian pop star was called Mister Fiji and he recently passed away after many hits worldwide! His real name was George Brooks Veikoso. So there!

2. There are a lot of things one can say about Fiji, and although I didn’t visit the rather rundown capital Suva where my Grandma once started a Girls’ School, all that’s in my mind about there is its beautiful calm fun gorgeous with amazing people incredible...

Well it’s hardly ideal is it? In the grottiest trains on Earth arriving 6 hours late in Sydney when THAT FORTH TO COME NIGHT the 31st December I’m invited to an amazing par-Tay in North Sydney LITERALLY with the most perfect view for the two fireworks shows to mark 2026’s arrival and I haven’t slept for 60 hours have a hacking cough and Hello Vera covers my Eek!

Anyway I arrive at my grotty Barmy Army hotel and get into my grotty room for a much needed 180 minutes of shudd-eye b4 taking the Metro to the rather delightful area North of the Bridge with a station called Victoria Cross. She’d have been flaming Not Amused I’d say. But the hosts the guests the family and the astonishing location are a treat, especially as my dear pal Lucy is with me for NYE. Wondrous and it’ll take me months to sort out the best snaps…..

Getting back at 1am is predictably a nightmare with a zillion police...

Hi. It’s me again. It’s your friendly overseas traveller slowly losing his marbles but gaining a sun tan, so you don’t have to.

Well this part 3 of 4 takes us from Sydney to Melbourne for meeting with friends and the 4th Test of the 5 match Ashes series, and me hooking up with the legendary Barmy Army!!!

PLUS we have the hotly awaited results of the Best Australian Toilet Equipment Manufacturers Competition!!!!!!

Well THIS stage in proceedings starts chucklesomely enough….”1st Class” (aka 50 year old Intercity 125 train downgraded to 100 mph, remember Dear Reader?) 15 hour journey Brisbane to Sydney (think 12th class ANYWHERE ELSE) and meeting the lovely Jackie B and Mark for late night drinks …..with an early start for Melbourne my home for 3 weeks and Christmas, I check out at 6am and await the trainspotter in me to react to the chuff chuff for the journey to Victoria’s Not So...

Time she flies time she flies Dear Reader.

Phew.

Phew. India, Thailand and Australia. How do they most differ from the UK? Well, if you’re chilly you go inside in the UK, the others you simply “better go, walk out the door, don’t look around now, cos you’ll be warmer evermore…”

BRISBANE AUSTRALIA THEN. Lordy. Phew. Brizzie. Brisbane. Another stunning pretty modern city with a snakelike river in the middle leading to the sea with the Sunshine Coast to the north and the Gold Coast (including former hippie colony Byron Bay) to the South. I arrive and do a few cups of delish coffee in the Roamer cafe opposite the Roma station (see what they did there?), before walking the 1km stroll (phew) with my bags through the CBD (as these areas are universally termed these days) to a fab hotel with the greatest view possible!

The Fortune of the Phew.

I unpack only to see on my room TV they’re...

Let’s talk OZ RAIL. It’s rather like the Trainline Company of the US of A. Quite a lot really. Ya gotta wonder why these forward thinking countries (ish) are soooooo BACKWARD about RAIL!????? F’rinstance Australian Cities can be greatly distanced from each other….an efficient super competitive rail system should prevent people hopping endlessly on planes.

ANYWAY To get from Sydney’s Central Station half way up the coast to Brisbane is a three times a week 15 hour journey on old British Rail Intercity 125 “stock” downgraded to 100mph, and THE ONE I WENT ON stopped five hours short “due to staff shortage” and I was replacement bussed. Bust. Truly ghastly to do this at 2am…and as I was straightaway heading up to Cairns on the Great Barrier Reef for some genuine R&R and pretty views of fish, ie ANOTHER 26 Hours on a train, well it now seems madness not to fly. But I didn’t. So there...

We’ll gloss emulsion and no silk finish over 8 hours in Kolkata Airport voted the most pointless airport on Earth other than a place planes might take off from eventually, in my case, en route to Stage Two of this Megajourney THAILAND essentially to visit my most dear buddette Auntie Jo who lives two hours south of the capital Bangkok in a gentle coastal fishing village named Pattaya once nearly described by Trustpilot as Costa Brava On Crack.

Bangkok then? Landed, lovely if somewhat bouncy Thai Airways flight with luscious food and a surprising amount of Laurent-Perrier champagne as there were only two of us in Business.

Cab to hotel greets one with vast numbers of enormous characterless skyscrapers and motorways…..

Still, thankfully, my hotel in a fab area by the Lizard packed and Lake filled Lumphini Park….plus a gay bar strip where I behaved drank and mostly ate and watched a...