back home. at last, at last.

these are trying times, being on the road.

brings you to a very different level of professionalism.

we had to take a flight from Xi-An to Beijing,
then from Beijing back to Singapore.

but due to bad weather, our flight was delayed for 2 hours from Xi-An,
and we subsequently missed our flight to Singapore.

so we waited at the Beijing airport for another 9 hours till past midnight.



flight for 6 hours.
there is something very mystical about an airplane filled with sleeping people.
uncomfortable sleeping people, in various positions of half slouch, cocked heads,
uneasy shifting of pillows, necks, legs.

we reach singapore, dawn is breaking.

cab home.

loooonnnggg hot bath
no luxury to sleep
cab to Indonesian Embassy for Jakarta work visa next week.

waited for another 1.5 hours.
there and then i thought,
i have never waited so much in the span of 24 hours.

my turn finally arrived,
she stamped on my document,
it was over in 1 minute,
and i realise i don't have enough cash to pay.
*doiiinnnng*

what to do?
cab out to get money.





and i couldn't help but wonder (can't help but do an OS by carrie bradshaw)
how is it possible that the act of waiting/doing absolutely nothing
could be so tiring.

flying is usually almost a one-day affair,
fly for show, DO the show, fly back from show.

i need to work out a little inflight routine to keep my sanity intact.