Something pretty.

Same type of orchid as grows at home, but they're of our region.

Maraka parade.

This years Maraka festival parade appeared to have a military theme, likely a good idea with the army currently doing some exercises in town.

This Mack held up the flow when it stopped for a little while but like so many things in regional Australia there seems less participants every year.

Happily the Cowboys had fans.

One tank looks happy.

A Cowboys flag. Go Cowboys, not wannabes any more.

Olivia's in hospital tonight.

Olivia had an unexpected bout of bleeding tonight which was a bit heavy so the hospital is looking after her tonight, hopefully she'll be right to come home tomorrow. All her signs that were being monitored looked pretty good, and she's in good hands.

Ready for inspection.

I see the doctor tomorrow as a follow up to the little slash and burn job he did on my cheek, I've saved him the bother of removing the stitches so it should be a pretty quick visit.
I wish I could go to the doctor without feeling I'm just a burden to the system, as least the operation was a useful visit but most of my appointments just waste everybody's time, at least according to statistics that I've seen I see a doctor less often than the average, despite having poor health requiring pills.

Yuck.

My life is being reborn since Olivia came here, she's found friends and that's enabled me to socialise again, that means I can help people again, Olivia's friend's husband had trouble with his clutch slave cylinder so I was able to change it for him, the old one shown here was quite yucky but a new one at least got the clutch operating again.
The pity is that I saw a ball joint boot was split while I was doing it, then as we were testing the clutch I suspect it needs new universal joints, plus I suspect the timing chain. Somehow I think there might be plenty of other things that need doing to the old beast.

All good.

I can forget about my face now, it seems to be repairing itself fine, even though it's still a scary sight apart from the scar.
I'd now love to talk the Doctor into a quick snip like this one on my intestine where I still have that bleeding problem that has sadly caused me to be almost teetotal. He'd only have to dig in a tiny way to find it and I'd think a quick zap with that expensive soldering iron and a few stitches would fix it up, but somehow I don't like my chances of sweet talking him.

Sherlock Hodge.

I took this photo on the first day of my great trip to the Philippines in 2013, I thought today now that there's a little bit of street view from there I'd see if I could work out where it was.
I took it from a taxi we took from Makati to Ermita, and naturally I was quite lost the whole journey but I had a couple of clues from other shots along the way to help me. It seems the driver, typically for tourists around the world took us the long way, but since the fare was agreed before starting it was very likely the best route.

It was opposite the cemetery on South Avenue, things have changed since then but the tree appears right, as does the security fence.