So yeah, Singapore…  Told you I’d get around to it.  At least, this will be a start…

We had the remarkable opportunity (thanks to the mass accumulation of frequent flier miles) to travel business class to Singapore.  Since the in-air time exceeded 20 hours, I’m pretty sure that the ability to lay down during the longest stretch (14 hours) saved my ever-loving sanity.  I am not a good flier.

As it was, we arrived in Singapore tired and disoriented, but not wailing and moaning for our own deaths.

Also, we had the privilege of waiting for our various layovers in the First Class Lounges, which were quite nice and relaxing, unlike the traditional hustle and bustle of airport gates.  The San Fran Cathay lounge was my favorite.

Jens always gives me that look when I’m taking pictures of him.  You’d think he’d be used to it by now.

While making our way through the Hong Kong airport, it quickly became obvious that we weren’t in Kansas anymore, Toto.  Aside from the fact that everyone was, well, Asian, they were all wearing surgical masks.  Apparently the swine flu was a great concern in Hong Kong.  After a while, we started to feel really out of place, and began contemplating what would happen if we went up and sneezed on someone, laughed maniacally, and ran away.

Remembering that we were in an airport, where they tend to lack a sense of humor about such antics, we decided against that course of action and instead went to the lounge to dine on some various Asian soups.  Yum.