In my minds eye, I’m looking through the small window of the plane, I can see the boats in the straights going about their business. I know that soon my head will spin, with the sights and smells of the Lion City. As the plane descends, I’m already salivating thinking about; Kopi and Kaya toast in the morning, a little chicken rice in the afternoon, and satay and oyster omelets at night. I can’t wait to get off the plane so that I can pray to the Mall Gods on Orchard . Get me off the plane so I can get in a cab and head for my Hotel! LET ME OFF THE PLANE!
Arriving at Changi is always a joy. I get off the plane, down, the corridor, down the escalators, and through customs, five minutes. Wait for my bag at the carousel, five minutes. Grab a cab at the taxi stand, 30 seconds. Fast and efficient, just how I like my airport experiences. Changi, I hardly knew ye.
The cab ride is always the same. Relaxed and comfortable with a dash of chatty cab driver. Small talk over with, I get to settle in and enjoy the view along the ECP. Its usually around this time that I can feel the stress of travel and life melt away. Settle into the seat a little more and let my heart sing a little ditty. Singapore is my oasis, it is my Utopia.
