Yep, you know you’re a layover zombie when you can’t remember drinking the flat white that’s suddenly sitting, empty, in front of you.
We’ve just come off a 12+ hour flight to Changi Airport, Singapore, and your boy is bloated on airplane eggs and bread rolls. Where did that spare tire come from?
The flight was the usual Singapore Airlines fare – excellent at making you feel sedated whilst the firm-yet-polite emotional dissonance experts tend to your every need.
Man, I love the A380. And Singapore Airlines’ configuration in cattle class really is the best around. Eleven inch HD touch screen? Yep! Legroom? Yep! We were even impressed by the range of French movies on offer (Marine picked a delightful film: Tout Le Monde Debout).
Now, we’re sitting in T3 at Changi tired from zombie-shuffling through more duty free than all of Europe’s airports combined, awaiting our short hop over to Bali and a bed. And a shower. And the beginning of our small adventure…