Monday, July 11, 2005

Singapore: We Gotta Get Outta This Place

Currently in terminal 2 at Singapore International (funny how they have nothing but, being a city/state) awaiting word back from Caneberra on our visa snafu. Somehow, through the miracle of the internet, she was dropped, not from the applied visa, but from the ever so important approved visa. Our friendly Singapore Airlines ticket agent, Mohammed, has put in a request via TeleText (pre-cursor to email) so that she may come through as a tourist.

Our luggage has caused constant comment from bell-hop, taxi driver, passer-by and most recently, Mohammed. We've been able to check it through alright (provided we are allowed to board) but it has been a massive undertaking. I feel as if we're political refugees on the run using SmartCarts. The clincher is the 75lb. number I call the Brown Behemoth, causing the service class to cower in fear.

Last night's meal was excellent. Bar Restaraunt On The Hill (BROTH) had great food and ambience, well worth the price and walk. I had the Kangaroo, served rare, Peggy had the Australian slipper lobster, which looked fantastic.

posted by ncawthon at 7:32 PM