Back Home in China

Back in our comfy little apartment after a whirlwind two weeks in Oz.

I can't get over how easy the travel was. Nothing went wrong. No delays, no lost luggage, I didn't get vacuumed for gun-powder-residue even once, and Peter walked through the security doorway without setting off any alarms.

The hardest part was the three-hour stopover in Changi airport, Singapore, coming and going. Mind you, they try to make it very pleasant - they certainly have beautiful orchid gardens and plants on display. But the best thing about Changi?

mmmmmmm! aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

The free leg massagers. We noticed one of these on the way to Oz, and sat down for a good squeeze - we couldn't believe no one else was using them, there had to be some reason, like someone would come along asking for money or something.

On the way back we went looking for them, and at first thought they had been removed. Then we saw this one trying hard to hide behind a pillar. After five hours in a plane seat (and not looking forward to another five hours) the squeezing and vibrating was sheer bliss and relieved our aching legs.