A seven-hour layover from 11 pm to 6 am? Worst thing ever?
Wrong. Welcome to Changi International Airport Wonderland in Singapore. I have
never had more fun pulling an all nighter. I’m not sure where exactly where
Singapore got all the money for this airport, but I’m pretty sure if they sold
entrance tickets, people would buy them. I know I definitely would. Let me tell
you why. First of all, Changi has eight gardens: Butterfly Garden, Fern Garden,
Orchid Garden, Garden, Cactus Garden, Piazza Garden, Sculpture Tree Garden and
Lily Pad Garden.This made my inner hippie extremely happy, and any airport that needs a separate map for it’s gardens get like a million green stars in my book. And in case you are a bit sore from traveling on trains and sleeping on ferries for three weeks, there are free foot massages in every single hallway. You couldn’t avoid them even if you had severe foot massage phobia.
The shopping felt like you were in NYC, but I didn’t care
about that at all, especially since I have three flights coming up where I was
trying to not only check a bag at least 5 kg overweight, but also board with
three carry-ons (Thanks Malin! Your
method of stuffing several bags in a trash bag and counting it as one carry on
really worked! Although I did get some funny looks from fancy Singaporean ladies). Anyways, after a dinner where we literally had our choice of at least twenty types of
cuisine, a lovely stroll in the sunflower garden and several foot massages,
Marco and I headed to the movie theater for a free movie. Because of course
airports have free movie theaters. Come on DTW, get it together! I’m not even
sure how it’s possible to not have enough time on a 7 hour layover, but Marco
and I were having so much fun we almost missed our flight. And we didn’t even
get to try out the video game station (not that I would ever do this), send
free e-postcards or go for a dip in the pool. #firstworldproblems
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