So we’re coming in to land in Singapore around 6pm. And the pilot tells us there’s a small technical problem with one of the hydraulic something-or-others, so it’ll take a little longer to get to the terminal, and if we see a couple of fire engines driving towards the plane, it’s nothing to worry about, just a precaution. After about 5-10mins on the ground, he comes back to tell us we’re going to be towed in rather than taxi, because of the circumstances, but still nothing to worry about. Thankfully, it really wasn’t.
Changi Airport is huge. Clean. Well-organised. Nowhere near as big as Heathrow, but it is growing. Went through immigration and got my luggage, and decided I couldn’t be bothered trying to figure out the public transport at the moment, so I got a taxi to the hostel. Really nice road from the airport: tree-lined, and you can see East Coast Park, the sea and ships not far off. It started raining, but didn’t last long.
Got to the hostel, hot, tired and smelly. Dumped my stuff, showered and fell asleep reading around 10pm.
Reading: Angels and Demons – Dan Brown
Feeling: Achy and tired