Home again, home again, jiggedy jig

There has been some severe sleeping going on. Not necessarily jet lag, more deflation - Though not of the 'it's all over I'm sad' kind, just fatigue.

If we had a lotto win behind us, I'm sure the crusties could have sustained another six weeks but the OC was missing her cat and her friends, and the YC needed his own bed. We're glad to be home even if the wintery weather was a shock to the system. The last day in Singapore was clear and sunny and so very very hot. Spending our last two nights in luxury at the Furama complete with swimming pool was the ticket. The beds were starchy but unremarkable and again we hung with the locals preferring good old fashioned noodles to Starbucks and Swensons when it came to the food.

We went out and had dinner around the corner from the hotel on the first night and had some Tiger beer, soft drinks and lashings of food for 32 dollars Singapore. Then we came home to the hotel in order to see the band. Three stunning Singapore women and a chap with a pretty cool computer sound system were playing. It was good on the ear but the two g and t's and the two lemonades were 42 dollars Singapore! Given that the NZ to Singapore dollar is pretty close to parity, it brought a tear to our eye. It strengthened our resolve to continue going native!! We didn't even bother looking at a menu from any of the hotel's restaurants from then on.

We considered food on the hop........literally.


The OC was offered a chance of frogs legs and instead of appearing squeamish and doing the faux horror thing, she was suitably circumspect, considered it for a minute then chose the pork dumplings. Perhaps we've entertained her with too much Dr Who. She's just become a little too complacent...even when she watched the Singapore chef 'preparing' the legs at the side of the shop. What HAVE we done? ;-)

Singapore to ChCh was odd in that it was a night flight. Hardly anyone slept and the flat screen tvs in everyone's seats were glowing around the plane. The people in front were ordering Singapore Slings at 4am but we just went for juice. Must be groupthink. The YC was given his (prescribed) melatonin which at least gave him a decent night's kip while the OC, The Cook and I watched as many movies as we could be bothered. Eregon met with the OC's approval for those parents out there who want something for 7 to 12 year olds...even The Cook enjoyed it. Moi? I dined out on "Children of God," "The Last King of Scotland" and two thirds of "Babel" which I'll have to watch on Sky to give the final verdict.

It was two degrees in Christchurch when we landed and has been misty and drizzly at home all day today. All the heaters in the house have been turned on and the lekky blankets are being overhauled for the winter. Och..it's good to be home! Truly!

Final notes:
Firstly we came home to some welcome home signs, some kai and grog on the dining room table and a very clean house. Friends are worth more than a trip overseas and are up there with the Mona Lisa, Eiffel Tower and Amsterdam Canals.

Bless!

There is a tail to this blog. There is more to be said mostly because our posts were necessarily constricted by time limits, internet availability and circumstance so there will be more posts as thoughts are collected and retrospective impressions are formed and the fun stuff as well as the original theme of this blog are acknowledged.

It aint over till it's over....