Time to go Home

As check out time from my hotel was 12 o'clock I stayed as long as possible. My airport transfer was not untill 3 so I walked around the old quarter to find food and to kill some time.
When at the point where it's time to go home I really found it hard to get motivated to do anything, I just wanted to get to the airport and check in and begin the journey home.
While walking around I sat down on a bench and had a chat with a Vietnamese fellow who wanted to practice English. As I had a flight to catch I had to cut our conversation, I spent my last cash on food and snacks and was transferred to the airport.
My first flight was to Singapore I had an entire row to myself, which was really nice.
In Singapore airport I only had 25 minutes to change terminal and reach my flight. After a lot of running I managed and could prepare myself for the 12 and half hour flying time.Baca lagi