Finished an extreme 12-hour work day yesterday to go home, pack and jump on a flight this morning.
From the smiling immigration officers in windy lines to the efficiency at Changi, everything makes it so easy to get addicted to this airport.
My small feet thump lightly on the soft carpeted ground, and I relish 10 minutes of calm.
Somehow, I’ve found calmness that the city has created – and who would have thought – but in the heart and bustle of one of the world’s busiest airports.
I love my country and traveling around its peripherals; KL bound for 2 days and then back in a jiffy.