April 30, 2025
Singapore, Singapore – so good it… should be named twice.
I’m not a fan of red-eye flights heading east – for I can never get even a half-decent sleep on the plane. And if you’re flying around Southeast Asia, sometimes the turbulence gets so wild your whisky splashes out of the glass (can’t be having that, obviously). It was a few years ago when I figured out that daytime flights eastward are way nicer for someone who loves deep, quality sleep. But unfortunately, most airlines prefer flying west during the day, and east only at night. And since I don’t like throwing away hard-earned cash, private jets aren’t even on the table as long as scheduled commercial flights are available. So yes – I just have to put up with it…
Especially rough is when, like several days ago, it’s kinda between a night-flight and day-flight: our departure from Moscow was at 5pm, flying around eight hours to Shanghai, which means landing around 1am Moscow time – early morning local time. Who’s gonna sleep at that time? Especially since, starting somewhere above Kyzyl, turbulence kicked in big time. Grrr. Then, to top it all off – the weather in Shanghai was gray, wet and miserable ->
Still, things brightened up by the time we were coming in to land in Singapore; phew! ->
So what’s with all the ships? They’re all lining up to dock. Singapore’s one of the world’s key “sorting stations” for maritime trade. I guess it’s just a lucky spot on the map: everything on the route between Europe via India and heading to China/Japan and nearby countries (and the other way) passes through the Strait of Malacca and past Singapore.