Singapore Airport

The 8 hour flight from Sydney to Singapore was a little bumpy but with
two seats to myself I was quite relaxed. The usual great service on
Singapore Airlines.
Then it got interesting, I had tried to book a room in the Transit
Hotel to get a shower and a rest. No room booked or available.
So, with 10 hours before lift-off for Barcelona I looked around for
alternatives. The Transit Lounge offers showers so I went there and
had a shower and a massage. The first professional massage I've ever
had!
The Singaporean masseur was huge and strong and knew his job. I'm not
sure if the kneading and pummelling was much different from being
beaten-up, but my muscles know something happened! And it feels good
so far.
Then a call from home, I'd left the Internet security set at paranoid
level. So, a few instructions were required to get home back on-line.
Only 3 phone calls needed.
Missing Gen already but determined to carry on. Just the 13 or 14
hour flight to Barcelona to survive tonight.
Serendipity or coincidence? I'm now in a bar in Singapore watching
Barcelona play football somewhere in Spain. Cheers

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