Departures and Arrivals

Trip Start Apr 05, 2008
Trip End Jun 05, 2008

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Saturday, April 5, 2008

They say a journey of a thousand miles starts with one step.  But mine are a bit more complicated than that.  It's pack, re-pack, check, re-check, research, research and research and voila!  Half as much luggage as last time but still enough to give me a pretty sore back.

The beautiful and fantabulous Jo-Jo and Feesey took me to the airport.  Some things seem logical at the time, like hey let's get a 1am flight on a Friday night so I can sleep the whole way to Singapore and then get in early in the morning and have a whole weekend.  But the best laid plans sometimes to to waste.  The intent was there but apparently you can't control the world only your little corner of it. Or more importantly you can't control a 3 year old boy who has never been told "NO" a day in his life to sit still for 7 hours or better yet sleep so the rest of the plane can sleep.  Tee up what equates to 1 1/2 hours sleep, all of it in the middle of the movie Sweeny Todd

The plane was at capacity, I was busy checking out the duty free so didn't hear the boarding calls and when I arrive at gate 10 there is no-one there except some smiling hostesses.  I am not alone, there are 12 other passengers who also are missing in action.  Is it my fault the sign next to the flight departure had "RELAX" on it so I took that to mean "SHOP".  Never mind, it meant I didn't have do participate in the stampede for the plane but it did mean that there was no overhead locker room left and I had to wedge my backpack, my handbag, my sleeping bag, my riding boots, a pillow and a blanket all in a space not much bigger than a shoebox. 

Rule No. 1 - Hog the overhead baggage space before anyone else does and choose an aisle seat.

My two fellow wedged in travellers are both women, one from Canada and the other, well from Canada, crazy world that it is.  They are polite and not too chatty most of the conversation happens when we are about to land an hour early or when we are collecting our baggage.

So the flight that is supposed to get in at 6.10am gets in at 5.10am.  There is a quick text to Mel who is picking me up from the airport to let her know that I have arrived and that I am in the Customs queue and that I am an hour early.  Poor girl she is 1/2 way through a detox weekend and here I am arriving on her doorstep in what almost equates to the middle of the night and I am early.  When approaching the Customs counter I notice that someone is about to set up and start work on the far queue so I head towards the one next to it.  3 minutes later the queue splits in two and instant express lane, the other people look at us 'chosen few' and try to join the express line but alas they move to slow!  I get through in no time as the cabin priority Customs line decide to also take some of us and in no time we are through.  I am questioned about why I left my accommodation blank, I had Mel's address in my itinerary pack but during the repack at the airport it was moved to my check in - thanks Fe!  The Customs guy says I am staying in a Hotel tonight, I joke just as long as he's paying.... he doesn't even crack a smile I guess they take their jobs seriously.  He asks if I am carrying any drugs - NO and away I go. 

As I am walking to my bag I start to feel a bit hot thinking that I had back what would equate to about 300 grams of protein powder in a zip lock bag and that it might look remarkedly like drugs - imagine trying to explain that its chocolate flavoured!  I pass through without so much as a scan of the luggage and leg it outside.

Mel's not far off and it is superfantabulous to see her, we natter away at 100 miles and hour and grab a taxi to her appartment.  OMG appartment, don't I mean luxury resort.  Me's appartment is on the 12th floor and overlooks the lake its a gorgeous view and its a 3 minute walk to the Rail station.  Mel has a created a 'travel kit' - Maps, Train Card, Mini Fan, protein bars and an umberella.  The meaning of rain sure is something else here.

As Mel had previously advised she was going to be mid health detox when I arrived so I had the appartment all to myself.  We did a tour of the complex it is huge, there is a function centre, a gym and one of the most amazing pools and BBQ areas you would ever see.  It it bigger than most I have seen in hotels, not that I really stay in hotels but one can imagine and I have seen the brochures! The appartment is pristine, Mel only moved into it on Monday and already has a guest bedroom organised for me with my own bathroom.  The strange thing about the appartment is that it has a built in bomb shelter/panic room.  I kid you NOT!! The appartment complex is very new with some of the appartments still being sold.  Mel said in some of the display appartments the bomb shelter which is next to the laundry and has its own shower/toilet is converted into a maid's room.  Where live-in maids live and are separated from the rest of the appartment.  Now this room is probably the size of a double bed with no windows (Ray its even smaller than your room!).  Apparently lots of Singaporeans have maids due to the cheap labour hat live in tiny quarters and its considered quite normal.   There is also this strange applicance that takes all the water out of the humid air and filters it and creates drinking water.  Nifty little invention I must say!

I say my goodbyes to Mel at about 8am as she's heading back to detox so I decide to have a shower and a bit of a snooze before heading out, shops don't open till 10am and Im tired.
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