Early the next morning I set off on the long and hazardous trek through jungles and hills into Assam, and regretfully said good-bye to the gallant little Burma Railways, which had functioned to the last and played a big part in evacuating many thousands of refugees and wounded soldiers in the path of the rapidly advancing Japanese.

The building itself is worth a squizz; its modern metal forms and structures evoke maritime themes.

Then Alice said, speaking chokily because she had not quite done crying: “Let’s wave a flag.”

Stewing in the lobby, I wasn't a happy panda. I had experienced a bad case of withdrawal and was consumed with sexual desire.