Who knows what day it is? Its Thursday in Singapore, but still only Wednesday in London where I departed from. This will be a relatively short entry I think – because I spent nearly the entire day on the plane.
I think one of the more interesting things about these long haul flights is the time of day you have meals – usually in relation to your destination rather than when your body tells you it is breakfast time. We had breakfast prior to landing at Changi Airport. A relatively short stopover of only 25 minutes before we were due to be off again on Qantas QF32 to Sydney. Very few people sitting around me are actually disembarking so more of the same in terms of those sitting as my neighbours: the little old lady next to me who had no idea about how to work the Total Entertainment system and the cute (but overdressed) young Brit next to her who was drinking too much and getting a bit shitty when his drinks were slow coming. He even ordered a vodka and lemonade – about his tenth – immediately following breakfast. He was stating to really smell everytime I had to get up for him to go to the toilet. He had actually passed out by the time we got to Singapore and I had to ask a flight attendant to wake him up so he wouldn’t miss his connection to Perth.
We arrived in Singapore just after the scheduled time and I must say I was very glad to get out of that seat – it was getting really claustrophobic between the arseholes in front and behind. Just walked about for the 25 minues, sent a few SMSs and went to the toilet. Given the number of people to check in there was no way we were leaving on time and by the time everyone was on, we were 30 minutes later taking off. As I looked around Gate C22 I was glad to see I wasn’t the only dead tired one after our 13 hour first leg. So many people even lying on the floor napping – not a good look.
I was going to watch yet another movie when we got back underway but ended up sleeping a somewhat disturbed sleep for most of the 7 hour. Didn’t even put my headphones on. None of the parrengers in my row even got out of their seat this leg – so not even a need to move.
For once there is a cute flight attendant on a Qantas flight. Bit of a flirt generally from what I can see. Lots of smiles all round. Such a shame that flight attendants have to wear short sleeve shirts under their jackers. It looks so low class when they are giving the safety demonstration.
During the flight I have been making myself a mental list of the things I will need to take to Singapore if I want to upgrade my laptop next week including printing out some of the fact sheets for upgrading to Windows XP Pro and buring a CD with all the essential programs, fonts etc that I will need to install to do freelance. Not very exciting but practical. Better get some washing done too!
We arrived at Sydney Airport just a tad late at 7.30pm. Passport control, Customs and Quarantine wasn’t much of a hassle for me (but poor Asian students were being searched for anything that might carry bird flu). I got a Legion Cab pretty quickly and was home within 45 minutes of having landed.
Time for a rest I think. Remind me not to do the 21 hour flight without a stopover again!