I’ve never offered up my feet to be eaten by doctor fish before. Being Australian, I’ve had my share of unwanted nibbles and stings when in the surf. Not to mention how my great uncle, after surviving WWI, was taken by a shark just off Mosman Bay. (Another great uncle died in the Battle of the Somme and lies buried in France. It was a tough time to be alive.) So it took a moment of bravery, and encouraging laughs from the assistants, for me to slip off my shoes and place my feet beside my daughter’s in the clear water of the tank.
The heat and humidity slapped me in the face as soon as I walked outside the airport. Gravid clouds massed on the horizon.
The afternoon had begun and tomorrow morning I had to leave. Any trip begins and ends at the airport, and were I completely lazy I could spend the entire time here. Singapore Airport boasts endless shops, restaurants, a movie cinema, beauty salons, spas, a fitness centre, a swimming pool, orchid and butterfly gardens – even a dedicated area for sleeping (the airport was recently voted Best in the World for sleeping. Strange, but true).
Bravely, I left these wonders behind and ventured out to find a few highlights of the city.
I’ve always been wary of airport hotels, but the Changi Crowne Plaza proved an impressive exception. I literally walked from customs (carry on luggage only as bags were checked through to the next day’s flight), down a flight of stairs and into the foyer. It was that simple. No shuttle buses, no ‘short’ taxi rides.
The subdued lighting of the foyer gave a timeless ambience perfect for international travellers with body clocks running at all different times. Decorations were quiet but elegant, giving character to the place where many airport hotels are completely soulless. Despite being at an airport, our room was quiet – and I even enjoyed looking over the tarmac at the planes. The blinds were heavy to allow for darkness and sleep at any time of day. No noise reached us from the other rooms. Continue Reading →