Day 65: A roll of the dice

That’s what it feels like when I’m travelling as to what form my morning cup of tea will take. This morning I’m in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and for the first time my tea is on tap.

I’m here to see my partner’s dad, who is one of the WWll veterans of Bomber command travelling to London for the unveiling of a monument to commemorate New Zealanders who lost their lives during raids over Nazi occupied Europe. Only one in five made it back from these raids; another roll of the dice for each man every time he flew out as to whether he'd make it back alive.