So I'm not usually one for blogs and even less so when I have to type it on a freaking iPhone touch pad. But since I'm travelling alone figured I'd share my trip with whoever wants to read, however brief it is.

So after a couple of mishaps in melbourne airport involving some fool named Craig running late for a New Zealand flight, because of this guy they had to change gates for my flight.

It was a little scary to look up and see no one else waiting at the original gate 10 mins after boarding was supposed to start.

But none of that matters any more because I'm at a bar in Singapore airport downing pints and halfway to tipsy with 3 hours until boarding for paris. It's just so cheap even for an airport. Can't get the wireless here working but doesn't matter company in an airport bar is easy to come by. In the words of Edward norton 'single serve friends'

Unfortunately I'm stuck listening to lady gaga but I suppose that better than having chitty chitty bang bang stuck in my head for most of flight. Hell does exist at 38000 ft. Although did hear a weird punk version of 'I just can't wait to be king' should be easy to find.

I'll check back in after this pint. Won't end this entry until I board.

So here's the list of the people I've met at the bar so far
A retired Finnish fighter jet pilot
An Irish banker
A Swedish air hostess
A British DJ

Almost sounds like the start of a joke

As fun as it is to be travelling alone some company would be nice. But then again that could be the alcohol talking or that fact that I'm pants s***tingly nervous about being in another country by myself. It's gonna be good. The travel not the pants s***ting

Got a pub crawl booked in for my first night in paris good way to get to know the town. It starts half an hours walk from the place I'm staying opposite the moulin rouge. I can almost hear Ewan McGreggor singing right now 'Come what may'

A la prochaine

E