So, my journey to New Zealand began only as can be expected from me - on the edge of catastrophe. Some of my good friends in Cardiff were delighted to see my tremendous display unwellness that I thought might result in me having to cancel my trip across the globe. Fortunately I actually managed to depart from Cardiff, get to my hostel and not die a couple of days ago.
Of course, for the key part of the journey - that is waking up on time for my flight to Singapore, I very nearly failed miserably. Not only that, but I had not been privy to the fact that a transit visa needs to be obtained before having a layover in Australia. So that was an interesting morning.
After what was the longest (14 hours) and most pleasant flight I have ever taken I arrived in Singapore airport, which is literally heaven on earth. Seriously, if you ever get a chance to fly with Singapore airlines - even if it's to somewhere crap - do it. It's a joy.
That's a mer-lion.... |
After taking a whistle-stop tour of the city, I ventured back into the downtown area to see what I could see. Starved and sleep-deprived, I of course found a place that would sell me food for cheap and plentifully. I am unsure exactly how to convey the enormity and variety of food that this exquisite culinary institution offered, so here's a brief video of the 24/7 food market/palace of wonder.
Katsa? |
- I can't eat anything with chopsticks
- I can't eat noodles without looking like the cookie monster
- I'm a mess
- I need an adult