Jakarta - Surabaya - Makassar - Ambon - FakFak - Kaimana
How far is the nice dinner with David and Ann in
Royal Papua Yacht Club in Port Moresby? David warned
me about Air Niugini flights to Brisbane *usually*
being late. Guess what, he was right, we did get on
our way about an hour late. No worries I still had
plenty of time to burn in transit. I was hoping I
could change some of my flight details, upload my
latest pictures and have a nice lunch before I board
the Singapore Airlines plane to Changi. Flight
details and lunch happened, fast internet connections
seem to be hard to come by. I can't sing enough
praise about Singapore Airlines, why not all the
airlines have their service level and planes?
Absolute pleasure and I liked the movies as well.
I arrived to Singapore late in the evening, just enough time to get a room, call Tiia and get to bed. I chose the hotel based on their wireless broadband service. Funny enough, it didn't work due to technical problems. I did ask if they could call GSD and get someone to look at the problem, but judging from their faces they didn't quite get what I was trying to say. I will be in SNG again on the 24th, let's see if I can hook up with the boys on that layover.
Flight to Jakarta was short. Barely a movie, don't you just hate it when you've started one and then the plane lands before it finishes.
It's starting to feel like my beard must go, why? I can give you two examples from the last few days.
1. I was changing some money in Changi airport before getting to the Jakarta plane. One of the two cashiers, an older lady was looking at me with a her eyes wide open. I know I'm good looking
but that was a bit much. I looked
back and smiled:
cash1: How long have to been growing that beard?
me: About three ....
cash1: Years?
me: Not quite... months. You know it started as as a bit of a bet...
cash1: Haha, it looks funny (still not letting her sight slip my beard)
me: Some tell me that, even without the beard
cash2: Do you want this in 20's?
The second example is from Madang, where I was changing planes to fly to Ambon. In the height of this terrorist war around the world, we all know the security check operator are removing important items, like toothpaste, deororant and other trophy collectibles from poor travellers. I claim I've gone through few checks in the last months, so why would YASC (Yet Another Security Check) wan't to shave? Well it wen't like this: I just got my backpack and camera pouch to the belt for the x-ray, security person behind the machine stops looking at the screen while my stuff go through, he stands up and points firmly at me (At this time I'm sure someone have hidden a weapon in my pack and I'm going to jail or worse.). He starts laughing and yells to his collegues, Osama! Laughing echoes from the all of the security guards . I walk through the metal detector with a loud beep, laughing continues ... I pick my pack, nobody checks me nor my stuff and I smile back thinking it's time for the beard to go.
I arrived to Singapore late in the evening, just enough time to get a room, call Tiia and get to bed. I chose the hotel based on their wireless broadband service. Funny enough, it didn't work due to technical problems. I did ask if they could call GSD and get someone to look at the problem, but judging from their faces they didn't quite get what I was trying to say. I will be in SNG again on the 24th, let's see if I can hook up with the boys on that layover.
Flight to Jakarta was short. Barely a movie, don't you just hate it when you've started one and then the plane lands before it finishes.
It's starting to feel like my beard must go, why? I can give you two examples from the last few days.
1. I was changing some money in Changi airport before getting to the Jakarta plane. One of the two cashiers, an older lady was looking at me with a her eyes wide open. I know I'm good looking
but that was a bit much. I looked
back and smiled:
cash1: How long have to been growing that beard?
me: About three ....
cash1: Years?
me: Not quite... months. You know it started as as a bit of a bet...
cash1: Haha, it looks funny (still not letting her sight slip my beard)
me: Some tell me that, even without the beard
cash2: Do you want this in 20's?
The second example is from Madang, where I was changing planes to fly to Ambon. In the height of this terrorist war around the world, we all know the security check operator are removing important items, like toothpaste, deororant and other trophy collectibles from poor travellers. I claim I've gone through few checks in the last months, so why would YASC (Yet Another Security Check) wan't to shave? Well it wen't like this: I just got my backpack and camera pouch to the belt for the x-ray, security person behind the machine stops looking at the screen while my stuff go through, he stands up and points firmly at me (At this time I'm sure someone have hidden a weapon in my pack and I'm going to jail or worse.). He starts laughing and yells to his collegues, Osama! Laughing echoes from the all of the security guards . I walk through the metal detector with a loud beep, laughing continues ... I pick my pack, nobody checks me nor my stuff and I smile back thinking it's time for the beard to go.
|