Waiting for a flight to Singapore. It's going to be a long wait and there're not many people about.
October 22nd, 2013, 9pm
It was 22°C with few clouds. There was moderate breeze.
On and on. It’s Singapore now on the way to Thailand. 25 hours continuously travelling so far. Feeling a little woozy. Is this he loneliness of the long distance traveller or travel broadens the mind? I’m not sure my mind is in too wonderful a state. Maybe that’s what broadening does?