Day 16 – What time is it Alan?

With a title like that, it must be Sarah writing today’s blog.

After a strange night of broken sleep for both of us, we were up at 8.30am, showered, packed and out of our hotel room by 10.45am.

As mentioned yesterday, we had arranged for the hotel to get us a taxi to the airport for RM80.  Unlike the lovely car we arrived in, we were concerned this taxi would fall apart before making it to the airport.  We were also concerned at what it was going to cost us as we realised after a short while that the meter was in fact on.  We watched as we climbed to RM80 and then over, finally arriving at the airport at RM115.  He waited for Alan to pay him and even though we knew what the meter said, Alan asked him how much.  He then asked “what did the hotel say?” and Alan said RM80.  He said he would accept that even though it was more on the meter.  Had Alan handed over RM115, the guy would have taken it, no question.

He let us off outside the Jetstar area, or so he said.  Wrong.  He left us off at the opposite end of the terminal.  Must have thought Alan needed the walk to lose some of that holiday weight. Hey, I’m allowed to be a fatty on holiday.

Check-in wasn’t yet open but we joined a queue and eventually someone came to serve us.  We then bought a KL magnet, yay, and then went to McDonalds.  Alan said, ‘great, let’s have breakfast’.  Ah, Alan, it’s 12.15pm!!  He has no concept of time.  He then opted for a normal burger instead. I don’t need to know what time it is when I’m on holiday.

After immigration and two security screenings, we were on our Jetstar plane which took off 10 minutes late and arrived in Singapore at 3.30pm.  Unfortunately, Singapore have different rules here and make us go through immigration, collect our luggage, go through customs and then back to check-in for our next leg.  Thankfully immigration wasn’t as slow as when we arrived a couple of weeks ago and we were through there in about 25 minutes.

Even though it was still four hours until our flight, I saw a Qantas check-in counter which takes early check-in and there was no one in the queue.  A few minutes later the bags were gone and Alan had me on the skytrain from Terminal 1 to Terminal 3 looking for the Hard Rock Cafe.  We had both looked at the website which said it was in the transit lounge but Alan didn’t want to risk it so we trapsed all over Terminal 3 and guess what, we didn’t find it.

So we returned to Terminal 1, went through immigration and once on the transit side, took the skytrain again to Terminal 3, this time having success.  I have to say though, after seeing almost all of Terminal 3, it is much nicer than Terminal 1.  However, Terminal 1 is undergoing an upgrade and will be open in 2012.

We sat down in the Hard Rock Cafe, looked at the menu and Alan said “I’ll have the lunch special”.  I said “Alan, that is between 12 and 3” and he said “oh, what time is it”.  For god sake Alan, it’s 5pm.  Do you have a clue today??? I always have lots of clues. We both settled for the caesar salad with fried prawns and a milkshake, which was great.  We were able to use up the rest of our Singaporean and Malaysian money, except for S$1.60 that Alan forgot was in his pocket.  The rest of lunch when on the credit card.  I wonder what the S$1.60 is being saved for.  Only Alan knows.

We boarded our very full Qantas 747 flight and took off about 20 minutes late.  Then we were told that the entertainment unit wasn’t working and they were going to reboot the system.  Unfortunately it never came good so we had no entertainment during the flight.

There was a lot of male flight attendants and, unfortunately, they were dreadfully slow.  It took ages to get our dinner and then 45 minutes for them to come back and clear away the trays.  Then, this morning, they turned on the lights at 5am and we didn’t get our breakfast until 5.45am.  With the flight landing at 6.25am, they were very rushed to get the trays cleared away before we started to land.

So, that brings us to the end of this trip.  We had a great time, as usual and who knows, we might go on a trip again in the near future.