Singapore airlines, have definietly got their act together. Just the way air travel should be, including the meal, seared fish with oregano and tomato sauce with green beans and mash. I really enjoy airline food, even though it is mainly there to keep us busy, and rarely much good, fiddling with the packets, and deciding which order to eat things is fun. So much better with a glass of Chardonnay, the first wine I have tasted since leaving, and complimentary of course.
Changi Airport does has free wifi, gym, and a pool at terminal one. So nice to get yogad up, push some weights, shower and bugger about on facebook. Though nobody will be surprised I just curled up on the floor infront of the dicovery channel to sleep.
On to Malaysia, bracing myself for the touts around the airport, only to be told by a friendly taxi driver to buy a ticket. My ride would be the one at the front of the queue. So much more civilized, and much cheaper than Vietnam, no beeping, no offers of weed or women, wow!
An evening with a new friend, who had recently sold her Austrialian ligerine busniess, including fair few beers on the seafront, massage and dinner cost less than you could pay for a pint at home. But of course the jungles are calling, and I have got a lot of useful tips from a friendly German tax auditor, who at 6'10" has made the unsuspecting Malays jump or rub their eyes in disbelief.
You will all be pleased to hear it is raining here, heavy, now drizzling - as it does every afternoon at this time of year, but it is warm - I cannot wait to find an spot where I can get soaped up, and stand under out in just my skin.
Jim
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You are sooooo you! :)
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