Jetlag ...

Now I remember jetlag, and I'm placing it firmly in that category with childbirth ... one of those experiences you tend to/try to forget and only really recall when you're back in the midst of it all again.

We woke at 6am in Amsterdam, took off around 10am, and arrived in Singapore at midnight Belgian time. 

Now here we are, barely conscious, waiting in the transit hotel lounge trying to forget that it's 2am back in Belgium while here in Singapore it's 8am ... and everyone is so bouncy, helpful and sweet.

We are living in the white noise ...

Important information, if you intend booking a room in this little airport transit hotel here in Singapore, pre-book a room 3-4 weeks in advance.  We've been fortunate and if we can just stay awake and hour or so longer, there's been a cancellation that we're allowed.  The carpet looks fairly inviting currently.

But  do I love  flying Singapore Airlines, it's only that I had forgotten how a 12 hour flight feels.  We truly hope to sleep before boarding a big jet and flying the rest of the way to New Zealand.

I'm really only writing this to stay awake.  Do forgive me if it makes no sense ...