Singapore

Well, I'm sitting in the Singapore airport listening to REM and drinking a tasty malted beverage for my first international post this round. Pictures will have be be added later because I put the cord for my camera in my suitcase....

This time I came via Singapore on Singapore Airlines, and I highly recommend this. Yes, your flight is a bit longer. But the planes are more comfortable, have great options for entertainment, and the food is restaurant class. No mystery things that claim to be chicken--these are fresh, very tasty and you get a whole menu of options. But that's not even the best part. When you get to Singapore, it's like being dropped off at a high end mall. But what knocks it out of the park is the massage and shower services. I got a 30 minute massage from a singaporean massuese not much taller than Maddie, who straddled me on the massage table to get a good elbow into the spot that has been locking up on me until it totally relaxed. It was a heck of a massage--at one point, she was saying "can you relax?" and I wanted to say "Um, not with your elbow grinding into my shoulder, no, not really." But it turns out, I could.Then I got a nice long hot shower. And now I'm quaffing a pilsner in a brewpub and blogging about it. This place rocks. On the way back through (when it's not POURING rain) I'm going to take the city tour.

There's more I will have to put in tomorrow when I can upload pix because, as often is the case, my sense of the globalization of the world has to do with pictures which are really funnier than the words I could write about them.

So on that note, more tomorrow (or the day after or the day before, depending on how you look at it).