There are really no words. I feel like I'm in that movie, "Contact." Susan what's-her-face. The difference between the transit area in Singapore and the transit area in Delhi is like the difference between, say, being launched into the 3rd circle of hell or being dropped off at the pearly gates.
In Delhi, you need a visa, right? Or at least a transit visa. If you don't have one, you're basically told to wait in a room until your flight, at which time "someone" will come and get you. It's insane. I spent like 10 hours in a tiny room with one little kiosk for coffee. It was terrible, though the companionship from my fellow sufferers made it a lot better. We had people from Spain, Afghanistan, Britain, Russia, Germany, and a few other places. But the airport itself, man, it's just a different world. But once you step into Singapore's airport... the magic begins.
Which is where I'm at right now. Using free high-speed internet. Where I was given a boarding pass, and had my luggage checked for my next flight, all within 2 minutes of stepping off the plane. As opposed to the 10-hour wait for my boarding pass and baggage check at Delhi.
Here in Singapore, I'm able to walk the whole airport, go to the spa, get a massage, eat at fine restaurants... the works. I'm not planning on using any of those facilities, but it's a whole lot better than being stuck in a windowless room for half a day.
Right. Got to get a move on. I got 13 Singapore dollars burning a hole in my pocket.
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Hi
I thought I should pass on to you and your friends a Deep Thought by Jack Handey
Take Care and hope this makes you laugh
Once when I was in Hawaii, on the island of Kauai, I met a mysterious old stranger. He said he was about to die and wanted to tell someone about the treasure. I said, "Okay, as long as it's not a long story. Some of us have a plane to catch, you know." He stared telling his story, about the treasure and his life and all, and I thought: "This story isn't too long." But then, he kept going, and I started thinking, "Uh-oh, this story is getting long." But then the story was over, and I said to myself: "You know, that story wasn't too long after all." I forget what the story was about, but there was a good movie on the plane. It was a little long, though.
–Jack Handey
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