I left Brisbane mid-afternoon last Friday, on time and with a twenty six hour journey ahead of me – The first leg to Singapore a mere 7 hours; a movie, a couple of episodes of Sex and the City, a feed and a fair portion of my book, we touched down in the early evening. I had allowed more transfer time than necessary as it turned out and ended up with a 4 hour stopover.Changi Airport is probably the best airport in the world to have a stopover; an abundance of shops and dining options including an authentic hawker market, a hotel, a health spa and shower facilities. There are gardens, butterflies, orchids, water features, playgrounds and an interactive art trail.
You can even personally recharge your electronic devices using your own pedal power –neat!
If you can’t find your flight details amongst all the code sharing mumbo-jumbo on the departure boards, you can scan your boarding pass at one of the special kiosks to find out your flight details quickly.
My next flight left Changi just after one in the morning and by this time I was in need of a pillow under my head. My flying buddy was Sam, a hipster with a beard (of course). I wondered what would be going on in its undergrowth after the long-haul flight but decided not to dwell on that for too long.
I think I must have slept for a few hour, watched a film, and then another one, and slept some more. The cabin came to life two hours from Heathrow as the cabin crew served up breakfast. I couldn’t help but wonder if Hipster Sam would rather be eating smashed avo on toasted sourdough although he did seem content to be eating the chicken noodles. Soon we started our descent into Heathrow – finally.