Singapore.

Hello, hello, hello dearest friends.

This is only a short post, as Singapores airports fucking internet only allows fifteen minutes of usage,
to let you know I am safe and sound, on the ground, on the Malaysian island.

Flight was fucking horrible, I have never felt so disgusting for so long, and now every single inch of body is strained and aching, and I neeeeeed a massage or something.
Good news, found the smoking lounge, bad news, it's fucking outside in the humid weather.
Fucking hate tropical countries.
Eh, only 14 more hours until I am in Frankfurt, and they will hopefully have a colder smoking lounge.

11 minutes to go - ummmmmmm.
Did I mention I feel like I'm about to collapse?
Ha, nah, I'll be alright, as soon as we get on this fucking jumbo and sleep.
I should have kept that sleeping pill, Al!

I shall give a more in depth post on my last delightful eight hours, and the fourty-eight hours before
that when I arrive in Spain and have proper internet that doesn't run out.

Here's hoping!

Love Bell.