back at changi
never thought i'd be so happy to see singapore airport. gods above, it's clean and shiny and compared to absolutely everywhere in india, empty. well, not everywhere. the airport at four am was pretty empty for india and especially delhi standards. i waltzed straight through customs and immigration, although the security guy at the gate wanted to know where my husband was. occasionally in places it was easier being simon's partner than explaining cousins, but a woman alone! (joke. s'the title of a monologue my friend brig did for her drama ip).
i looked in the mirror um, call it yesterday (time is malleable)and was absolutely amazed. i haven't looked in anything bigger than simon's tiny hand mirror for about two weeks and i have proven to be one of those odd people who become, when tanned, the same colour all over, skin and hair. and lots more freckles, but the incredible browness did astonish me.
basically last night and the reason why i am ust about ready to keel over and die, our flight from goa to delhi was delayed and i ended up spending the night in the 'visitor's lounge' across the road from the terminal. the seats i was sleeping on were actually more comfortable than our bed in sernabatim but what goa has that the ounge didn't was a complete abscence of light, pa announcements all through the night for arriving and departing flights (apparently the airport has no flight curfew) and screaming children running about. so. it is almst half past five here singapore time and three in the afternoon delhi time and i haven't slept for more than fortyfive minutes at a stretch since the night before last. whenever that was.
but. changi has coffee (!!!!) and books (!!)(In english!!!) and is clean and toilets that flush and people who take my remaining australian dollars in exchange for books and coffee.
and now i have a minute left on my internet usage so i'll see y'all at home.
i looked in the mirror um, call it yesterday (time is malleable)and was absolutely amazed. i haven't looked in anything bigger than simon's tiny hand mirror for about two weeks and i have proven to be one of those odd people who become, when tanned, the same colour all over, skin and hair. and lots more freckles, but the incredible browness did astonish me.
basically last night and the reason why i am ust about ready to keel over and die, our flight from goa to delhi was delayed and i ended up spending the night in the 'visitor's lounge' across the road from the terminal. the seats i was sleeping on were actually more comfortable than our bed in sernabatim but what goa has that the ounge didn't was a complete abscence of light, pa announcements all through the night for arriving and departing flights (apparently the airport has no flight curfew) and screaming children running about. so. it is almst half past five here singapore time and three in the afternoon delhi time and i haven't slept for more than fortyfive minutes at a stretch since the night before last. whenever that was.
but. changi has coffee (!!!!) and books (!!)(In english!!!) and is clean and toilets that flush and people who take my remaining australian dollars in exchange for books and coffee.
and now i have a minute left on my internet usage so i'll see y'all at home.