Flight Time!

Travel for me is more of a mental attitude than a physical relocation.  By that, I mean I go into “airplane mode” to get through it and prepare for a smooth arrival.  This means resetting my watch to my arrival time as soon as sitting down in my seat (drives Julie nuts).  It also means pushing to reset my body clock right away.  For this San Francisco to Hong Kong flight, it meant eating dinner (again) at 1 am SFO time / 5pm Hong Kong.  That meant bedtime 90 minutes later.

Singapore Air business class is quite nice.  At 6’6” when the bed is made I can sleep on either side or on my back.  Being tired, having a glass of shiraz with dinner, watching La La Land with sound canceling headphones—all with a ½ an Ambien chaser--meant almost 7 hours of sleep on my way to Hong Kong.

I woke up in plenty of time to re-watching what I missed in La La Land and then had the time to watch Jackie.

Landing in Singapore was a little different this time know that was not for just a few days.  I had my folder full of paperwork from the Ministry of Manpower and the immigration officer worked it very quickly.  Walking out of immigration/customs I saw me name on a placard: Brain Hamilton (close enough).

I was quickly checking in to my serviced apartment (PanPacific Beach Road). 

Rooftop infinity pool and view

 

 

 

 

It’s compact, efficient, and well located.  The worst thing about traveling was unpacking in my new apartment.  Two big suitcases and one smaller one backed to the gills.  I needed to find a place of everything, including my empty suitcases.



Tortillas!

A quick nap and then walking the neighborhood.  Found a yakatori stand in a nearby shopping mall for dinner, which was surprisingly cheap and good.  Wandered through Cold Storage, a Singaporean supermarket chain with many (not all) of the food comforts from home.

Tomorrow will be the first day of working in Singapore.