At 1615, I am getting organised to head downstairs for my ride, when the phone goes. The driver is waiting in the foyer. Wake up Sarah, time to go.
The driver from yesterday is back, but his car is not. Into the car park, he says. I can see why. It's raining outside.
To call what happens in Asia rain, is to master understatement.
It's pouring. It's pissing down. The heavens have opened. Raining cats and dogs. (In some countries nearby, that would be a godsend for some restaurants)
The clouds have shit themselves.
We get into the car, and venture out into the rain. Flooding up the wazoo. Impressive.
Through the tirade, we make it to the dentist. Up I go, and I'm done in 45 minutes. One crown and one filling. What I didn't realise is that she did 3 crowns yesterday. So that's four done.
Next session will be on Saturday, when the final crowns will be fitted. They are metal, with enamel sides, colour matched to the surrounding teeth. There have been molds taken throughout these two sessions, pre-drilling and post, so that they have a 3-d model of what each crown needs to be.
When we are sorting out that next appointment, Shelley comes out of another room. Shelley is the Emirates manager at Christchurch Airport, and she is the one who recommended this place to Sarah. We knew she would be here sometime this week, and she has just finished her final session of some major work. We share the car back to our hotels. She is staying not too far from us, and is flying home tomorrow night.
Small world, huh?
OK I think I've caught up now. After the dentist, we went back to the central world food court for dinner. The ladies settled on Chinese, despite Sarah's regular protestations about the blandness of chinese food. But then she thinks anything without a chilli safety warning is bland.
I mentioned her favourite chilli sauce in a recent post. Good old Anal Annihilator. What a name.
The driver from yesterday is back, but his car is not. Into the car park, he says. I can see why. It's raining outside.
To call what happens in Asia rain, is to master understatement.
It's pouring. It's pissing down. The heavens have opened. Raining cats and dogs. (In some countries nearby, that would be a godsend for some restaurants)
The clouds have shit themselves.
We get into the car, and venture out into the rain. Flooding up the wazoo. Impressive.
Through the tirade, we make it to the dentist. Up I go, and I'm done in 45 minutes. One crown and one filling. What I didn't realise is that she did 3 crowns yesterday. So that's four done.
Next session will be on Saturday, when the final crowns will be fitted. They are metal, with enamel sides, colour matched to the surrounding teeth. There have been molds taken throughout these two sessions, pre-drilling and post, so that they have a 3-d model of what each crown needs to be.
When we are sorting out that next appointment, Shelley comes out of another room. Shelley is the Emirates manager at Christchurch Airport, and she is the one who recommended this place to Sarah. We knew she would be here sometime this week, and she has just finished her final session of some major work. We share the car back to our hotels. She is staying not too far from us, and is flying home tomorrow night.
Small world, huh?
OK I think I've caught up now. After the dentist, we went back to the central world food court for dinner. The ladies settled on Chinese, despite Sarah's regular protestations about the blandness of chinese food. But then she thinks anything without a chilli safety warning is bland.
I mentioned her favourite chilli sauce in a recent post. Good old Anal Annihilator. What a name.
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