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Back to reality with a bump

The day we both dreaded had arrived, Saturday was here: the last day of our honeymoon. Our flight however wasn't until late in the evening so we did have a final day in Singapore. Just like our last full day in Santorini, we spent it wandering around looking at various local attractions. Once we had checked out a few shopping malls, we wandered around Fort Canning Park. This has the, erm, distinction of being the location of British Headquarters in 1942 from where the order to surrender to the Japanese was issued. Although there is a museum in honour of this, we didn't get a chance to check it out, as we were running a bit short of time. We headed back to the hotel, and relaxed in the reception lounge while we waited for our airport pickup.

On arriving at Singapore Airport, we psyched ourselves up to fly with the world's least favourite airlineTM and checked ourselves in. True to form, the airline that will remain nameless at first attempted to check us in to seats that were in separate parts of the aircraft. We explained that we were still on our honeymoon, and if they persisted in trying to do that, we would be forced to consider extreme measures, like checking them through to Siberia. Eventually, they relented and we were given two seats together (one window, one centre).

Once aboard the flight, we really may really have been better off in separate seats. The row that we were seated was not served probably by any flight attendant and when we were eventually given the in-flight meal, we had a choice of the vegetarian meal or going without. Not really much of a choice. Mistake number 2 was to go with the vegetarian option, not eating would probably have been preferable. No wonder most veggies don't have a sense of humour.

Anyway, the flight itself was relatively uneventful but with a combination of terrible food, terrible in-flight movies and my knees pressing against my chin, it was the longest 8 hours of my life.

Back in Sydney, we grabbed a cab home (double charged for crossing the Harbour Bridge naturally) and walked back in to our apartment as husband and wife (Heather was carried over of course :), crossing the threshold to the start of a new life together.

Posted by jefranklin 11:06 Archived in Australia

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