I'm currently at Singapore airport, killing time at one of the half-fancy Internet boothes overlooking lots of planes and little man wearing ear muffs riding little cars.
People tell me Singapore is the best airport in the world. It's certainly one of the biggest. Unfortunately, the tired traveller has one of three options: a) fork out $30 to nap in a small room at a health city b) uncomfortably sleep in a seat at one of the hundreds of waiting lounges c) go to the cinema - that is, the giant television placed in a dark room, surrounded by comfy seats, showing stupid Liam Neeson films - and fall asleep in the sweet darkness, esconced in pseud-leather.
Naturally, I chose c), and spent almost three hours falling in and out of sleep, treating my fellow travellers to the sound of me waking with a disconcerted deep-breath-in-almost snort. Mainly I'd be woken during the louder bits of Rob Roy, but thankfully much of the film is centred around Neeson quietly contemplating things.
When I get to Delhi, I'll apparently be staying at the Defence Colony, which is apparently a really nice hotel, and not a centre for recent military recruits who have leprosy as I first assumed. I can't wait to sleep, but I have a feeling the crazed taxi drive into New Delhi proper will put me on edge.
People tell me Singapore is the best airport in the world. It's certainly one of the biggest. Unfortunately, the tired traveller has one of three options: a) fork out $30 to nap in a small room at a health city b) uncomfortably sleep in a seat at one of the hundreds of waiting lounges c) go to the cinema - that is, the giant television placed in a dark room, surrounded by comfy seats, showing stupid Liam Neeson films - and fall asleep in the sweet darkness, esconced in pseud-leather.
Naturally, I chose c), and spent almost three hours falling in and out of sleep, treating my fellow travellers to the sound of me waking with a disconcerted deep-breath-in-almost snort. Mainly I'd be woken during the louder bits of Rob Roy, but thankfully much of the film is centred around Neeson quietly contemplating things.
When I get to Delhi, I'll apparently be staying at the Defence Colony, which is apparently a really nice hotel, and not a centre for recent military recruits who have leprosy as I first assumed. I can't wait to sleep, but I have a feeling the crazed taxi drive into New Delhi proper will put me on edge.
India is somewhere that I have always wanted to go, what was it that attracted you to India?