So After 10 hours of flights, 6 hours of transit in a country where petrol is sold for 53 cents a litre, and yet nother 3 hour flight, we finally made our way to the entrepot of Sing-ja-por. Well thats how its pronounced by the locals

The flight was long, with the majority of the time spent listening to music and fading in and out of consciousness. I've never been a good flyer, but this time things turned out ok. Dont know if it was the Mikky D's i downed before i boared, or the fact i was hiding inside my hood. Either way, i never eat the food served on a plane...anyway here are a few snaps from the first day: More to come.

Hiding in the hood of the hoody.