Day 4... The flights...

Not a great deal on today... Flew Perth to Singapore, a pleasant enough 5 hour flight and not particularly eventful. There was a transit hotel there and, as I had a 5 hour layover at the airport, I thought I would use it to at least freshen up.

I chucked some of my bags into the dank, prison-cell-like dwelling and went out to grab a light refreshment. After 30 minutes of pointless walking around, I found O'Leary's Sport's Bar and knew I was in the right spot. I ordered a beer (all A$11 of it) and sat down to enjoy it...

“Bullshit mate!” I hear from the next table and realize what has happened. Even though the airport says Singapore, I was still in Australia. The boys at the next table were mostly from QLD and NSW, and one of the lads there was from Melbourne. The northern states lads talked about some World Cup related stuff mostly, but the boy from Melbourne about 3 minutes in talked about the one thing anyone from Melbourne would be panicked about going away for so long at this time of year... Supercoach... A few words were exchanged. At the time, I only had one player that had played, and that player had scored 188... Not a bad start...

Finished my 3rd pint and realised that Singapore airport was about to make me broke if I kept it up. Chose, then, to go to the room freshen up and get ready for the 10 hour journey on to Jo'burg. And journey was an appropriate term for sure... Other terms could have been, mission, ordeal, torture, all of these would have been fitting also. Anyone that has travelled with me knows that unless I smash down a heap of sleeping pills prior to flying, I can not sleep on planes. So a 10 hour overnight flight where I should be sleeping, becomes a 10 hour war of attrition. I lost... It was awful, but at the end, I arrived in Africa.

written by   on June 4, 2010 from Singapore, Singapore
from the travel blog: World Cup
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