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to my left, a man who fell straight asleep and then started suffering right arm spasms, at one point knocking a glass of water all over himself and me. alas the stewardess did not offer to wipe me down. to the right a man who within 2 minutes of boarding asked for painkillers from the staff and then spent the next five hours squirming in his seat. in front of me, an in-flight entertainment system that provided two principal forms of amusement: for the first hour or so, berlitz interactive language tutor which taught me fluent japanese, russian and greek; for the remainder it provided The Best 80s Album In The World Ever very loudly. passport details sufficiently memorised to be able to fill out landing card without reference to it; singapore immigration lady asked if my parents liked me having long hair but let me in anyway. there are many shops here. one of the first signs I saw when leaving the jetway was a big blue "more shops ->".

I wonder if I am in the southern hemisphere yet?