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The wildlife had an Alice in Wonderland quality about it. Birds with blue feet, blue beaks, tiny red or yellow birds, giant tortoises, iguanas, sea lions and turtles, albatross and owls, sally lightfoot crabs, frigate birds mating, with huge red balloons stretching from beak to foot, penguins, and all manner of fish. speckled with tiny islands, many of which I'd never even heard of. It looked to be a vast, empty ocean, and so it is, in a way.On our first night out of Panama the dolphins arrived at midnight. They were not playful, but purposeful and swift and were larger than our previous visitors. With resonant squeaking they created long streaks of phosphorescence, like fire in the sea. They stayed a long time. It was a dramatic setting, with forked lightning and distant thunder continuing throughout the night. The large tankers travelling towards Panama were etched eerily by the lightning , as though they were on a stage set. In front of us were a mass of black clouds and it felt as though the boat was sailing through a corridor of fire led by a phosphorescent troop of dolphins! It was an eerie entrance into the Pacific.Putting out to sea is always an act of faith - in ourselves, the weather, and God. Sunny days could turn vile, fair winds could turn round and shriek at us. Now we faced a black night, strong winds and thunder, the boat heeling in torrential rain. It took us 12 days of challenging sailing to reach the Galapagos Islands, a unique archipelago.We decided to return back and realised Dave's glasses were missing. He can't see anything without them so we enlisted a quick search party to find them. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. We were about to give up but someone trod on them and they were intact.We thanked the helpers, picked up the dinghy but I forgot I had tied it to a tree and we fell over much to the amusement of the onlookers.But it didn't end there as Dave waded into the sea to push the dinghy out, he heaved himself up and his underpants shot down to his ankles. We rowed away with the rousing cheer from the onlookers ringing in our ears. From the Caribbean we headed for Venezuela and then to Panama to transit the canal, altogether a novel experience. And then we entered the Pacific. Now that was a totally new 'ball-game'! When I'd looked at the world chart and studied the Pacific, it seemed to be a huge mass of ocean, From here we set sail for another month to make landfall in the Marquises Islands. Then onward again for two more weeks to Tahiti and Bora -Bora. We then pushed onward Samoa, Tonga, Fiji, Vanuatu, New Caledonia, and finally, after a year, to arrive in Brisbane, Australia, where we spent 12 months working to fill the coffers before crossing the Tasman Sea to New Zealand. So many places, so many adventures. Each get their deserved chapter in my book. We felt very different from those people who a year ago had set sail into the unknown. For a copy of her book book "The Rhumb Run" please contact Hazel by email on montour@hotmail.comFriendly police on FijiEntrance to Whangaparaoa Fjord, New ZealandA giant tortoise on the Galapados IslandsHazel on board Mon Tour in Y Felinheliwww.networkshe.com87

Medical MattersNever FEAR the SMEAR!Dr Cath Hughes dispels the myths and reminds us that having a smear can potentially save your lifeDoes this sound familiar. Are you anything like me, an envelope arrives - is it a bill, a cheque (OK, an outside chance!) The dentist - you need a check-up? Oh no, it's at least 50 times worse - your cervical smear is due. How can 3 years possibly have passed since the last one? (or less, if you've been unlucky). Oh no, I've got to make an appointment, and then, I know when I get there, I've got to take my knickers off. It all seems like too much to bear! (bare!).More often than not, my patients arrive and then say "I really hate this".My response - "if you liked it, I would think you are seriously weird!" Cue laughter (I hope).Cervical smears are worth the bother! They are 'bother savers'- they are going to prevent you having more serious bother in the future. The whole point is to prevent more serious things developing, saving you time, energy, worry, and emotional exhaustion having treatment, and giving you longer life. For me, the difficult thing to understand is how screening procedures work- how do we work out when to start, how often and when to stop? Different countries have slightly different protocols - the Australians start much younger, and have more regular smears, our American friends are even more zealous, other countries start later, and have longer recall times, and there are a lot of differences in stop times. There are even differences between England and Wales. The debate will probably continue for ever between the boffins of cervical screening, but for regular ordinary people like me and you, my advice 88Network She I Autumn/Winter 2012Originaly from the North East Dr Cath Hughes qualified in 1986 from Westminster Medical School, London. A full time GP in Llanfairfechan and formally Staff Grade in GUM in North West Wales for more than 10 years, giving it up because "I had too much to do, not because I didn't like it". Cath is married with three grown up and lovely step children, and three step grand daughters (and counting!). She confesses to "Always wanted to be a rock star but never quite made it". Dr. Cath Hughes