So, we finally left Singapore airport.
As far as airports go, Changi invites you to linger. Fifty-five million people pass through it every year, and it’s very good at entertaining them. There are vertical gardens, a butterfly room, kids’ slides and playgrounds, food and bars everywhere you look and endless shiny shops beckoning you with those two magic words: “Tax free”. But if you’ve only ever thought of Singapore as a series of hangars where you loiter, sleepless, on a long a trip to Europe, prepare to have your mind blown.
Beyond Changi, Singapore is a real place. But still, it's kind of fantastical. A futuristic Asian city with an ancient heart, it's a place where ever-more impressive hotels soar above laneways of incense-scented shop houses. A place where everyone is from everywhere and where investment into building a good city has also built an excellent playground for grown-ups and children alike.
I am not someone who flits between Hemispheres every month, but like lots of Aussies, I have heritage and family on the other side of the globe, and trips between the two sides are a fact of life, albeit a less frequent one since my adorable but money-sucking children came along.
But this is the first time my family had spent a few days in Singapore. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But then we spent three glorious, journey-breaking days in a living, throbbing, heaving, steamy, safe, beautiful, intriguing, luxurious, atmospheric, crazy, diverse, bold city. Any fewer adjectives don't do the place justice.