A short history of ceilings in airports
Monday, 20 December 2010
I have spent just over 50 hours in Heathrow Airport with well over 50% of that time lying on my back. This has resulted in a bruised coccyx and a sound knowledge of Heathrows ceiling. There were no tiles as such but if there were i am sure that i could give you an exact number. My perculiar interest in airport ceilings only really came apparant to me when the first thing i noticed on arrival to Beijing Airport was that their ceiling was very different. They have long white strips, that make some kind of pattern, which one could count if they had the time. I am very pleased to say that this time i dont have such time.
Our first night at Heathrow was on pretty much where the first photo was taken (above). We were given silver insulation sheets for blankets (which were surprisingly very warm but made you feel like a christmas turkey ready for the oven) and we used the Heathrow newspapers for mattress's. Being the gentleman that i am i shared my turkey foil with the old man (in the pic above) as he didnt have anything. So yer my first night in the airport was on a hard cold floor sleeping alongside an old man and my new stranded friends. About 3 hours worth of sleep was had before i had to peel myself off the newspaper lined floor and shake some joints back into a working condition. On realising that our plane was not flying out the next day either, we decided that it was worth staying in the airport as now people weren't even allowed to enter.
So Air China managed to get a plane to us in Heathrow and take us out on a non-scheduled flight. The next worry was sorting out my transfer once i got to Beijing. I arrived at 10am local time and they have sorted me out with a flight to Singapore for 3pm. Its kind of funny walking around and call it paranoia but i swear people looked at me (or smelt me...) and knew i had spent the last few days in an airport. I don't care, this time tomorrow...
Thursday, 23 December 2010
Ladies and gentlemen i have reached Singapore. Well i landed on tuesday night and feel like i have not stopped since. On touch down the first thing i needed to do was contact Ed to let her know that i have arrived and make plans on getting to her place. For this i needed change for the pay phone and all i had were 50 dollar bills. Burger King seemed like a good way of breaking up that 50. This was a bit of a dilema as i didn't want to fill my belly and miss out on my first Singaporean meal but i figured as it was nearing 11pm it would be unlikely that id arrive and Ed would want to go out to eat. Added to this was the fact that i had just eaten dinner on the plane (i dont know why but i really do love all plane food!). After picking a meal that would give me substantial change in coins i rang Ed and sorted out a taxi to her place. Arriving at around midnight Ed's first words to me were "lets go out to eat". Sigh...
After quickly washing away 4 days travel we drove to a local hawker centre where Ed ordered the most amazing food in vast quantities. The hawker centre is made up of about 20 plus food stalls. Each stall specialises in their own thing and you go and order from various stalls and they bring it to your table. I was full already but i couldn't help but eat. We had oyster omelette, grilled sting ray, chicken wings, carrot cake (not as we know it), mee goreng (fried noodles) and gong gong (some kind of sea snails). Most dishes came with tiny little limes that are squeezed over just before serving and each had their own dipping sauces. Carrot cake is a type of radish fried with egg and what tastes like ketap mani (Indonesian thick soy sauce). This was all washed down with fresh juices of coconut, sugar cane and soursop . I'm realising that if i were to describe every meal in much detail then this blog could go on forever so i will stick to the significant and unusual (unfortunately most Spore foods seem to fit into one of these two categories!). In one sitting it felt that i'd demolished a large chunk of the singaporean food checklist. I soon learnt that it had barely been dented.
Boxing day, 26 December 2010
101 ways to kill a prawn
Friday, 31 December 2010