End of Chapter... Part 2

First of all, let me apologize for this tardy post, but it has been for the least overwhelming.

I arrived in Singapore on the 18th of August, at 8:30 am after to close to 23 hours of flying. I can't say I was exhausted because I had splurged on business class tickets and was able to lay down and sleep (I usually do not sleep in planes as I can't lay down).

So I get out of the plane and follow everybody to the immigration area. Which is really just an area with type of turnstiles., well 2 to be exact. So you go through the first one and someone on the other side of the second one tells you to scan your passport, while he scans your face. And once that's done, that's it!

You go through! The whole things take 1 or 2 minutes. Wow, so efficient!

You barely wait for your luggage maybe 10 minutes, and the things is that there is an agent that takes the luggage off once it gets to a certain sport on the belt and no one has picket it up. Again highly efficient.

Now you have to picture me with 6 pieces of checked luggage and my hand luggage and handbag trying to navigate to the exit. Of course once customs saw me they stopped me and scanned all my suitcases and that was that. I was officially in Singapore. Pinch me!

I found the taxi stand and had to ask for a bigger cab and left for my hotel. Knowing that I was arriving early, I had asked for early check-in.

Now Changi airport is at the extreme east of the Island. A little geography and history for you Singapore is at the extreme end of the Malasian peninsula and is an island in fact. It claimed its independance from Malaysia in 1965.

The drive to the hotel was uneventful other that I almost felt home. The vegetation was almost the same as in Martinique. The only thing that really got to getting used to was the driving on the left side of the road. Now for those of us who go to St Lucia regularly we see it, but here it's on another scale when you see an 8 lane highway!

My hotel was in the middle of the muslim neighborhood. Matter of fact it was located on Arab street.

So by eleven-ish I'm settled in and unpack a little, I am here for 6 nights.

I contact my perspective roommates and meet with one for coffee and then go visit the apartment. Everything is as expected and I agree to moving in at the end of my hotel stay.

I forgot to mention the area is bussling with people and restaurants, mosty halal, turkish and arab menus.

I wasn't too sure about the menus as all the names were in malaysian so I stopped at the Domino's pizza in front of the hotel and went back to my room.

I conked out and woke up around 2:00 am which was 2:00pm Martinique time, switched on the TV and just stayed there.

Around 5:30am I here this melodious sound, this languid melody. So I go to my window to try and figure out what it was. My room was facing the Masjid Sultan, and the sound was the call to prayer. It was so beautiful. I had never heard that in my life.

The next few days I ran some errands, going to school, Ikea and books stores. But to be honest I did do much visiting as the jetlag was kicking my but.

That next monday I had a meeting at my new school. But that's another story...