How to Kill 12 Hours
99% of the trips I take are courtesy of the frequent flier miles that I basically steal from my father and father-in-law. That means that with the exception of short trips I never actually purchase plane tickets.
This trip to Asia is a little bit different in that we actually utilized Ali’s frequent flier miles for a change instead of pilfering from our respective fathers, and we were fortunate to have enough miles for business class seats. I have heard SO many good things about Singapore Airlines and their business class, namely from my brother who waxes on about the very hot flight attendants, and my dad who insists it is one of the best airlines in the world. So it goes without saying that I was very excited to hop on board today (or yesterday, I am all mixed up).
Honestly? I think British Airways is the best airline I have ever been on. While Singapore’s customer service is out of this world, the plane we were on was older and a bit dirty. And my television didn’t work:
12 Hours with no television = a long, long flight. I had to find alternate ways to entertain myself. And entertain myself I did.
I finished this excellent book:
I utilized Ali’s netbook to read a script a friend had sent me and wrote up my comments/revisions. I always make fun of Ali’s nerdy ways but I’m the first to utilize his technology with no apologies:
I watched Ali eat:
And eat some more:
In addition to the above he had a Kit Kat, a yogurt, and a roast beef sandwich but at that point I was more grossed out than fascinated at the amount he could eat in 12 hours.
Meanwhile I had some cashews and water:
And about 5 more bottles after that one. What they say about avoiding caffeine on a long flight is right, I felt SO much better not having any coffee/tea.
I finally got hungry somewhere over who knows where, and I ordered this delicious bento box:
Sorry for the fuzzy picture but it was dark and I didn’t think my fellow passengers would appreciate a flash photo in the middle of the night. The box contained a bunch of different things including some delicious sushi and black cod.
We arrived at our hotel after about 1.5 hours on a limousine bus which is apparently the easiest way to get from the airport to your hotel. I’d be scared to see the long way. But as soon as we came into our room I realized the long journey was worth every second as this is by far the nicest hotel I have ever stayed at.
Heated bathroom floors, a nail dryer, and televisions in the bathroom? The Japanese know how to do things right. I may never want to leave here.
After a delicious bowl of steaming hot soba noodles from a place around the corner:
I collapsed in bed and woke up at 4:00am local time. In order not to wake up Sleeping Beauty, I am writing this post from biggest closet/dressing room I have ever seen:
Hope you are still with me after this epic post and all the pictures…more to come soon…