The flight to Singapore involved a transfer in Dubai. So we got off the flight still feeling in good spirits as it still just felt late in the evening to us (it was about midnight at home). We walked a few lengths of the terminal building and with it being about half a mile long took us a little bit of time. Slowly the realisation that attempting 30+ hours a wake wasn't going to be as easy as first thought. The strong coffee we got from Starbucks was more effective at making me feel disorientated than awake. I soldiered on and we boarded the flight to our destination. Shortly after take off the air stewardess handed out the little menu showing what they will be feeding you. After yesterdays excellent Thai curry I was looking forward to some more Emirate food. Even once I read the menu and saw breakfast was Indian curry and lunch Malaysian curry I was still looking forward to having only having curry for 24 hours. Even the sandwich I had in Dubai was tandoori chicken.
Once in the air the Starbucks, my empty stomach and flying weren't mixing well. I gave up my strategy and decided sleep was needed if I didn't want to use the sick bag I'd already located. I drifted off and was woken up for meals and landing.
We had arrived in the far east and were happily greeted by purely English signs and advertisements. This is fairly comforting at half nine at night local time especially when you have a 'latest check in' time at the hostel to make. After admitting to our exhaustion from the flights we gave in and looked for the taxi queue, obviously things weren't supposed to be easy and there was a line that cant have been too shy of 100. To our surprise the metro system (MRT) is very easy to navigate and we got to the correct station in no time. Obviously my train map skills are better than my road map skills and we ended up taking a long route from the station to the hostel. Once checked in we had no problem sleeping.
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