My first flight from DC to LAX was fine. I spent the night in LA. Then...... came the neverending voyage. It was 20 hours from LAX to Singapore with a stop in Narita (Tokyo) on the way to re-fuel. I took some pics of the Singapore airport, probably the best in the world, and definitely the best I've ever been to.
After spending about 7 hours in the Singapore airport, which was desolate because it was from the hours 2am-9am, I bid adieu to Asia and got on the plane for Brisbane. Another 8 hours later I landed, and the stewardess announced it was Friday, February 12th. Needless to say, I was thouroughly confused. I had left LAX on Wednesday, then landed in Australia Friday. Whatever, I was there. Then I got into my apartment at 10pm. Of course the office was closed and the lights were all out. I remembered that I saw no hotels on my way in and I had no intention of dragging 4 bags to one anyway. I had no mode of communication. Then I saw the night-manager's room, knocked, and he showed me to my room.
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