Singy

Am in Singy airport T1, waiting 6 hours or so for the Landan flight. Dad chose to put us on the earlier flight from Perth because otherwise there was only a 2 1/2 hour connection time, and he was worried we might miss it. This is, I think, possibly a slightly cautious outlook, but there wouldn't have been much extra time to do anything in WA so hey. Anyway, I don't mind. I have set up small refugee camp and am waiting for Dad to get back from the terminal shops so we can go for nasi goreng. Free interweb here too so I can update this waffle and the photos.

It seems a bit of a shock to be going home, so I don't mind a bit of time here to acclimatise to returning. I'm very much ready to get back but I think I was so psyched for a long trip I forgot it was only a couple of weeks. I am most impressed with Australia and most of the people I met. Just about the only grumpy person I met was the customs guy at Perth airport who grudgingly gave me the tax refund on the thing I bought for C that I can't mention right now. He must've done his training at Heathrow. I'm not at all surprised that lots of employable Brits are getting out of our crowded and increasingly foreign land and moving to WA in particular. What's not to like? Well, apart from the sharks, obviously, but at least they don't have crocs too, or murderous jellyfish like in Queensland.

It has also been the longest time I have spent with Dad, ever, and it has been good in a very chilled kind of way. Right, am signing off as nasi goreng calls and I am fed up blogging. If anyone has been reading this, hello!

Location:T1 Link W,Singapore