singapore airport. 10.30pm.
free internet being lapped up as i await my flight call. (That's the first call not the personal one- i hope!)
Spent the last 48 hours with Sam's Auntie and Uncle in Singapore, being treated to luxury things whilst trying to recover my rucksack. yes...The said rucksack was miraculously not there when i got off the bus yesterday to take my worldly possesions through immigration on entering singapore. So, leaving angry and lost I continued my journey to the never-before-met relatives of Sam. Amazingly, by the time i'd arrived at the house, the bag had been found. curious. very curious. Spent my sightseeing day of Singapore travelling back to Malaysia to collect said rucksack and proceed to inform tiny office man that i was emptying my bag to look for possible drugs that could have been smuggled into my bag during it's time out of my sight. All clean. Bag safe.
have given up all hope of punctuation as i'm too full to move and wine has blurred my edges. have been filled with delights.
now a plane to catch
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