SQ – Melbourne to Singapore

My Singapore weekend officially started when the boarding lady, Tracy, asked me whether I was just stopping over in Singapore on my way to Indonesia. I told her no, not this time.

This time I was flying to Singapore to spend the weekend with my best friends.

She then moved my seat so that I didn’t seat near the children’s area on the flight.

I thanked her profoundly. There’s nothing worse than sitting near crying babies on a flight. Lucky me! Or so I thought. But not so much, apparently, I would be flying with a rugby little league to Singapore.

I would take one crying baby over twenty unshowered, hormone-driven teenage boys who are traveling somewhere to compete. F&@#!

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