Seriously Singapore

You’d look like a stunned middle-aged rabbit, too, if you’d just flown from Vancouver to Seoul to Singapore with nary a wink of sleep. It’s a roundabout way to get to New Zealand, I know, but true to my tightwad reputation, any possibility of savings must be investigated – and by going thousands of miles out of our way, we’re saving 4000 bucks.

So it’s 40C and all our clothes are in transit; hence the long-sleeves and jeans, and we’ve got to hang out for the day before catching a night flight to Auckland. It’s OK though because the people are polite to a fault and Singapore Airlines treats kids like royalty, although my husband is a shameless flirt with those little China dolls in their fancy airline attendant outfits (I must watch him more carefully)