As expected, it was one long slow painful flight. Painful because I was unfortunately squashed in the middle seat, with very limited freedom of movement. Now now.. I may be small (I stand at about 1.58metres tall and weigh no more than possibly 43kg) BUT still, it was very uncomfortable. It was slightly more than a twelve-hour flight from Singapore Changi Airport into London Heathrow Airport. Leaving Singapore was more difficult than I expected. Leaving faces I have known over the years, the smells I have been accustomed to, the food, the hot humid weather, the likes of Orchard Road and other haunts..

Some of you may recall late night conversations regarding my concerns about moving away. To you who took time to listen to my rantings and stood by me in during those unexpected outbursts, I owe you a world of thanks.

Despite the flight discomforts, I got into London safe and sound (strangely, recent bomb threats in the UK didn’t quite feature in my list of concern). I was extremely tired, but it was wonderful to see him again and to know this is a start of some life together. Let’s take this one tiny step first.

Ladies and gentlmen, here are the chronicles of my miss-adventures and travel experiments..

ps: write me a note and i'll send a postcard and a kiss..