Singapore Airlines (for Mar. 16)
This night was spent on the plane, like the one coming out of Darwin.
Celeste fell asleep with the TV on last night. When I went to bed a show about a British tourist who disappeared on Fraser Island was just starting. I figured I would watch a few minutes. Of course, they took an hour to tell a 10 minute story. This guy had disappeared in 2001 and his bones were found 2 years later with teeth marks on them. The show concluded on flimsy evidence that, in a weakened state after becoming lost, he had been attacked by a pack of dingoes, discounting the possibility that he had died of other causes, including snake or spider bites, and been scavenged by dingoes or other smaller predators later.
We were up at 8 and almost everything was dry. Celeste finished off a couple of things with the hair dryer. We spent the morning getting ready to travel, having another great breakfast, and finishing up some computer stuff. We checked out at noon and spent the rest of the day chilling in the heat on the main street along the beach. We walked along the street to the end of the beach area just observing what was going on. A couple of times we stopped and watched the world go by. It was a fairly cloudy day with a nice breeze, so the heat was pretty tolerable. At 3 we went back to the hotel for happy hour again, and then waited for our pick up at 5.
In the pool area they have trees covered in white flowers that continually fall, like leaves in our autumn. They have someone sweeping the m up and scooping them out of the pool practically full time.
There are dozens of cabs and buses running up and down the main beach road. Some of the cabs are mini vans like at home with 7 or 8 seats, but most of them are these little trucks with a passenger varying box on the back. Except for 
the tourist tour buses, the buses are larger trucks outfitted like these small ones. On the way back to the airport it dawned on me that we probably could have hired a cab for the day for less than $20 and made our own tour. Lesson learned – again. Same lesson as Bali.
The ride back to the airport was more interesting than the one in because we could see things in the daylight. With only a couple of exceptions for tree plantations, pretty much the whole road for an hour’s drive was lined with small and large businesses of every description.
Our flight wasn’t until 8, but, by the time we went through security to enter the terminal, checked in through a huge lineup, went through security again, and grabbed a bite to eat, we didn’t have a lot of time to kill. They fed us a full meal on the airplane at 9. We landed in Singapore at 11 (we lost 1 hour in the time change from Phuket), and had to walk the length of the huge terminal to catch our connecting flight boarding at 11:30. We got away before 12.
Celeste fell asleep with the TV on last night. When I went to bed a show about a British tourist who disappeared on Fraser Island was just starting. I figured I would watch a few minutes. Of course, they took an hour to tell a 10 minute story. This guy had disappeared in 2001 and his bones were found 2 years later with teeth marks on them. The show concluded on flimsy evidence that, in a weakened state after becoming lost, he had been attacked by a pack of dingoes, discounting the possibility that he had died of other causes, including snake or spider bites, and been scavenged by dingoes or other smaller predators later.
We were up at 8 and almost everything was dry. Celeste finished off a couple of things with the hair dryer. We spent the morning getting ready to travel, having another great breakfast, and finishing up some computer stuff. We checked out at noon and spent the rest of the day chilling in the heat on the main street along the beach. We walked along the street to the end of the beach area just observing what was going on. A couple of times we stopped and watched the world go by. It was a fairly cloudy day with a nice breeze, so the heat was pretty tolerable. At 3 we went back to the hotel for happy hour again, and then waited for our pick up at 5.
In the pool area they have trees covered in white flowers that continually fall, like leaves in our autumn. They have someone sweeping the m up and scooping them out of the pool practically full time.
There are dozens of cabs and buses running up and down the main beach road. Some of the cabs are mini vans like at home with 7 or 8 seats, but most of them are these little trucks with a passenger varying box on the back. Except for 
the tourist tour buses, the buses are larger trucks outfitted like these small ones. On the way back to the airport it dawned on me that we probably could have hired a cab for the day for less than $20 and made our own tour. Lesson learned – again. Same lesson as Bali.The ride back to the airport was more interesting than the one in because we could see things in the daylight. With only a couple of exceptions for tree plantations, pretty much the whole road for an hour’s drive was lined with small and large businesses of every description.
Our flight wasn’t until 8, but, by the time we went through security to enter the terminal, checked in through a huge lineup, went through security again, and grabbed a bite to eat, we didn’t have a lot of time to kill. They fed us a full meal on the airplane at 9. We landed in Singapore at 11 (we lost 1 hour in the time change from Phuket), and had to walk the length of the huge terminal to catch our connecting flight boarding at 11:30. We got away before 12.
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11:31 p.m.
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