Singapore airport is so big it's hard to tell how big it actually is. Travellators sweep off to beyond sight. To travel between terminals I had to take a Sky Train which reminded me of a really rubbish rollercoaster. The airport has a butterfly garden!! I foolishly decided to have a transit hotel experience (which is where you lie in a tiny partition of a room listening to businessmen snore for 3 hours) before I looked at the butterflies and was disappointed to discover that although the airport operates on weird airport time where it is always day, the butterflies go to sleep at 8pm.
On the plane over I sat next to a farming couple who were possibly having marital problems. The only thing he said to her was to point out a type of fence in a magazine about fencing. Maybe this is normal? I dunno I'm not married. He was like a character from a Barry Crump novel. He sat like a farmer, which meant digging his elbow into me and actually non-metaphorically twiddling his thumbs and flicking through the same magazines over and over again and ignoring the in-flight entertainment system. The sky was clear and we flew all the way across Australia. It's not quite desert... dried up blackened riverbeds, scrub, wells of sand and... roads? A surprising number of straight dirt line networks that must be man made but go nowhere. No houses. What are they for? Is it just a sign that humans have conquered even those inhospitable wastelands?
No comments:
Post a Comment