Day 21 - Singapore to London
A wrong turn alongside the freeway risked (a) provoking the Singapore authorities' well-known intolerance of jaywalking, and (b) causing us to miss the bus to the airport. But all was well, and two sweaty types arrived at the airport to down litres of chilled water.
The longest flight yet was not improved by the fact that the in-flight entertainment system broke down about every ten minutes. But after fourteen long hours, we arrived in London where, lo and behold, it was raining. Had it stopped at all in the previous three weeks? To add to the atmosphere of familiar London chaos, the Tube driver managed to press the wrong button, causing Digital Dorothy to demand an impromptu detraining at Hounslow East.
Home. Three weeks' worth of junk mail. Bed. The End.