London to Singapore
07.01.2017 - 08.01.2017
7 January 2017 - An early start was made on day of departure and we arrived at Heathrow Terminal 2 in plenty of time to sit and partake of the obligatory airport breakfast. Nothing exciting to say about this except the price; £56 for 2 X Mrs What'shername's full English , 2 small beers and a G&T and before you say it, yes, even that early in the morning although I did also have a cup of breakfast tea.
Anyway, on to the flight. So many people said that we really should fly Singapore Air - apparently an experience not to be missed in itself. So we did, and was it all it's cracked up,to be? Well, if the first of four flights is anything to go by, then I would say no, not really. Flight 1 of 4 was an A380; it's a great plane, so quiet. We had seats on the upper deck which is a smaller cabin and so was a lot quieter. We also had twin seats which is always good, it eliminates that debate about whether to risk having a stranger sitting in between you if you select an aisle and a window seat!! Flying home from Thailand last year with Emirates I watched the complete first series of Poldark; oh what joy and the flight seemed to whizz by. I was so convinced that the wonderful Singapore Air would have the latest TV drama on in flight entertainment that I saved the pleasure of ogling the delectable Aidan Turner especially to while away the 12+ hour flight in a romantic trance. Not a chance; I scrolled through the extensive list several times vainly hoping that I had missed it somewhere. I settled in the end for Bridget Jones Baby followed by episodes 1-3 of The Durrells. Airline food is airline food, the most novel thing on this flight was Christmas Pudding ice cream which tasted like a cross between gingerbread and Jamaica Rum chocolate (who remembers that eh?). To be fair, it was a good flight; I was just mega disappointed with the in flight entertainment, Back to back episodes of the Big Bang theory don't do it for me.
8 January 2017 - we arrive at Changi Airport around 8.10 in the morning. I've lost 6 hours of my life courtesy of a Southern Hemisphere time zone; I'm tired and achy from lack of sleep (read that as no sleep) and sitting in the same position for so long, my alluring flight socks are making me feel overheated and we now have to stand and queue to go through immigration. I was dismayed to watch the process of people ahead of me who were having thumb prints taken. Ten years ago I discovered I practically have no thumb prints due to using steroid creams to manage eczema on my hands; I caused a hold up at Disneyworld Florida whilst they tried to decide if I was safe to be let in or not. So, I just knew that I Was about to encounter a similar problem. Place your thumbs on the glass screen said the nice man staring at me so intently; sure enough the inevitable happened. "Oh, you have not good picture" he said "please try again". So I tried again and sadly nice man shook his head and said "oh dear, not good". However, Nice man clearly wanted an easy life and duly waved me through. The good thing about this immigration thing tho is that by the time we got through, our suitcases were trundling nicely around on the conveyor belt waiting for us - joy.
So the next step is ground transport a simple shuttle bus from airport to hotel for a mere SGD 18.
And so we arrive at our first hotel destination -. The Marina Bay Sands.
If I haven't already bored you to tears, M ore about our stay in Singapore in the next blog entry.