Touchdown

Landed a few hours ago and I'm not sure if its the jet lag thats keeping me awake or my general Bangalore insomnia. Nevertheless I had a long and quite interesting journey which lasted 37 hours from the time I left my dwellings in Belmont till the time I was under a familiar roof.

An 8 hour layover in Singapore was put to good use.... had a shower and massage at the Rainforest spa and was advised by the masseuse to get massages more often since my muscles were extremely tense. Stress I tell you .... not to mention that I had got off a 13 hour flight to Hongkong and added 4 hours into Singapore.

Changi is as impressive as ever and so are the people of Singapore. The fairer gender is absolutely cracking in appearance (I've always found Mongoloid/Asian/East/South-East Asian women extremely attractive). After a couple of hours in Singapore and from having returned from their City tour, I was inclined to believe that there was a law that required the women to wear shorts or miniskirts. Excellent rules, I say.

On the first leg from SFO to Hongkong, I sat next to a big elderly Chinese gentleman, who could not do much to make my life any easier. I'm fairly broad too and this guy was big for a Chinese man. 13 hours were spent in a lot of discomfort to say the least. I figured out effective ways to use the pillow to avoid as much shoulder or arm contact as possible.

On the last leg, I sat next to this woman who works for Citi in Singapore and said she was visiting Bangalore for a school reunion. Bear in mind that I had already been travelling for over 30 hours at that time . ..

"School school reunion?" I asked, suggeting that she didn't really look 18.

"Yeah, school school", she replied, somewhat embarassed.

"You should make some new friends" I quipped, unable to pass up the opportunity ... my politically-correct spider senses had shut down somewhere between SFO and Hongkong anyway.

I hastily added that I was only kidding when she emphatically began telling me that she made it a point to go to all reunions - school, college, b-school, etc.

The flight was pretty empty and we both moved out to occupy 3-seat banks. After a terrible meal, I curled up my somewhat long frame as best I could to lie down on the 3 seats and passed out for an hour at least.

I'm glad to say I got out of the airport here with all my luggage. I dont know what one can do... the conveyor belt has a length of about 50 feet and 300 or so passengers converged upon its every inch... you do the math.

The Ibanez guitar tested beautifully back home.. its black and beautiful.