So I set off at 9am, to Delhi via Singapore. I checked in online, hoping for a row to myself for both flights. The flight to Singapore I sat next to a guy who worked in Delhi and was over in Brisbane doing consulting for Suncorp. Very friendly, but I felt bad for wanting to sleep and watch movies. (I’d stayed up late the night before packing and thinking of things that I hadn’t packed. So not very sociable SJ) But I got a row of three to myself on the leg to Delhi, yay! Stretched out across them and had a snooze. Singapore airport is always so lovely, with displays of orchids everywhere. But they had set up little islands of plants and flowers and seats and even a space screened off called the Sanctuary, that looked outside and had a waterfall and comfy lounge seats. I found myself some wifi, a strawberry cake, and set up a little picnic in the green area waiting for the boarding call. (Thanks for the Singapore dollars, Mum) My transfer was waiting after I picked up my bags and took me to the hotel. Well, something like a hotel. I’ll reserve my judgement until I see the other accommodation we have on the tour, but ummm… The fan and the air con make a huge ruckus, the door looks like it’s been crowbarred open a couple of times, and the sliding lock doesn’t have a holder. They had one of those “Sanitized for your protection” paper things on the toilet, but I’m pretty sure they just have a stock of them they need to use up…. And you can have a shower sitting on the loo. Handy for when you have Delhi belly I’m sure. Anyway, I’m struggling with a bit of jet lag, and how much to tip the bus boy (I think I gave him the equivalent of 20 cents… I panicked! Poor man. He looked very disappointed.) Hope everything is well in Oz.