Well last night was pretty painful as I srtuggled to sleep whilst waking myself up whenever I attempted turning. Darn sunburn. At least there were no early alarms this morning though, as I didn't have to be at the airport until 1.
The taxi was a few minutes late, but I was at the airport for 12.45, trying to balance my backpack on the painful shoulders. As I queued with another European to check-in, two Asian people simply walked in front to the other counter and completely ignored any protests, to make matters worse, so did the staff! To annoy me a little more I realised I'd prepaid for 25kg of luggage on each Air Asia flight just in case, and of course my bag only weighs 16kg. I don't think they'll be offering me a refund though.
I walked around the small airport after going through security, apparently I went the wrong way as Singapore is classed as International, which confused me. Does everyone know it's international? I failed to find any cool souvenirs, and wish I'd bought the hat that folds up like a fan in Sandakan; alas, such regrets are a waste of my time. The toilets were disgusting, no soap or toilet paper, but luckily I had my own little just-in-case bag.
Whilst waiting in the queue I somehow managed to trip up a little boy who was running around, but he couldn't understand my apologies so I don't know I why I bothered. His mother just said 'it's ok' and picked him up. Caring. What was caring was that the lady in the airport shop let me have some jelly beans for less than advertised because I got to the counter and realised I didn't have enough money!
I nearly boarded the wrong plane aswell, I assumed it was mine as it was the right time and gate, but luckily the stewardess noticed I was flying to Singapore rather than Hong Kong like the plane I was trying to board. The flight itself was pretty cramped, and of course everyone had the most amount of hand luggage they were allowed, causing the lockers to be jam-packed when I eventually got on the plane. A few amused looks from the locals as a six-footer tried to get comfortable in their made-to-measure seats. Oh how I glared at them.
After arriving at Singapore airport and carefully placing my bags on the sunburn I followed the hostel's directions and boarded the MRT, having to buy a three day pass beforehand that apparently no longer had a refundable deposit, although I might query that when I hand it back. $10 is nearly a fiver, not to be snuffed at. The directions were fine, and luckily it was dry, but they then asked me for $50 for a key deposit! $50 that I'd be stuck with at the airport, so I gave them US$50 and tried to keep my chin from the floor as I handed it over. Apparently they have to have the key fob imported, but still, that's a heck of a lot of money!
Rather than venturing into the night I decided to let my now swollen and red legs and feet rest before the onslaught of tomorrow's tourist trail.