We are at Changi Airport in Singapore (AGAIN!!!). The way our trip works is we are basically using Singapore as a hub and every time we change countries, we come back here and out again. It is sort of a pain because it is always two flights instead of one, and more often than not on separate days. Last time we came through we crashed on the floor of the airport. Jacob did not sleep at all and ended up throwing up. Not a pretty sight really. This time we have stumped up for the Transit Hotel inside the terminal. They rent rooms in 6 hour blocks, so it is costing us $156 for 12 hours. The upside is the room is HUGE. It is more like an apartment with the kids having 2 single beds in an alcove and Al and I having a king size in another part of the room. It is the first bathtub we have seen in two months, so Heather is soaking while I am enjoying one of the hundreds of free internet connections spread throughout the airport. We have a great view of the tarmac and they are unloading a plane right outside the window. I find the soldiers walking round the airport with knives, pistols AND machine guns disconcerting. They walk REALLY slowly which is what gets me most.
Tomorrow we are flying to Auckland and I am really looking forward to most is visiting a wool shop. It has been two months since I knit anything and it is driving me nuts. It's 3 weeks in the land of the rockingest little flightless birds ever, then off to Australia for another 3 weeks.
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