Day 1

Adelaide to Singapore
The day started well enough, a good normal breakfast and a cup of the usual home brewed espresso/latte.
Departure was at 12.50 PM so we needed to be at Adelaide airport at 1.50AM. All packed into carry-on luggage only. Total weight for me 10kg with a smaller back pack weighing about 2 kg. Great start. Sues about the same, don’t know how she did it though her bag is larger than mine. I even have some space.
Call the taxi-odd experience that as the automated system says they know where we live and the taxi will be there soon, without taking any details.
Taxi arrives as promised and we have an Australian driver-odd that too.
Walk into the airport through security and hover around the departure gate, two hours to wait. I had organised the seats on-line on Friday, swapped them around a bit and got quite good doubles. A300 to Singapore and the new big A380 to London-we are in the top deck (NOT BUSINESS CLASS).
It’s about boarding time and I get a phone call, which I can’t get to in time so miss. A minute later or so I get an SMS “Hi Mr and Mrs Monfreys Serah here from Singapore Airlines. I’m just ringing to check whether you’re actually travelling on our flight this afternoon on Singapore Airlines Flight 378”. Mmmm wonder what that’s all about, so go to the Service desk to find that even though we had tickets and no check in luggage we actually still needed to check in!! Oops. Sorted with minimal fuss. Seats OK still.
Boarded and endured the six hours to Singapore with Beethoven, Tchaikovsky and Handel in my ears and Bill Bryson’s new book “Home”. What a great read it is! Nearly 1/3 the way through already. Good flight, bit of turbulence though no more that the road into Mayo hut, if you know what I mean.
Bum sore –truckers but- and hard to stretch out. 15 hours to Heathrow will be fun, not!
Changi airport is huge-too many ugly Australian’s for my liking. I think we are taking over from the Yanks-loud, opinionated and tacky.
Finally we head to the boarding lounge. Mire sitting and people watching. A couple o old ladies being herded by an officious looking Chinese woman who had to be a nurse. They board early.
A young woma gets called to the service desk. We wonder if she is being upgraded. Poker face back to her seat. On boarding yes she is in Business Class - BITCH.
Board the A380 seats OK. Settle in, by this time it’s 12.3AM. Then they serve us a meal Buttered chicken. Tempted but no thanks.
I had forgotten how hard it was to get comfortable in these seats. Blow up the neck pillow, turn this way, turn that, stretch out legs into the aisle, kicked by everyone who walks past.
I think I get some sleep. It’s now 7.30 AM Singapore time, or 1204 London time, 6 hours to go.
Settle back into the book I think.
More later.