After a 12 hour flight, lots of movies, 3 meals, 2 beers each and very little sleep we arrive in Singapore airport (in Jim‘s case one year older!). We then went in search of our hostel. We successfully negotiated the MRT (tube) and after a 30 minute walk in the scorching Singapore sun we arrive at our hostel, Fernloft Chinatown. But it isn’t our hostel and we aren’t in Chinatown. We’ve arrived at the wrong branch, there are 3 Fernloft hostels and we arrived at the wrong one! They took pity on our sleep deprived and dishevelled state and allowed us to spend the night, even buying Jim a birthday cake, which we didn‘t realise was made with ice-cream until we had been walking around with it for about an hour, but it was still delicious.
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