Between the third and fourth legs of an itinerary from hell, Changi Airport saved me from swearing never to travel again. When I landed in Singapore after a 2.5 hour flight to San Francisco, 14 hour flight to Hong Kong, and a 4 hour flight to Singapore, I was wiped out, sweaty, swearing, and nearly puking in the bathroom.
Changi Airport made me smile when I had to electronically rate the restroom cleanliness using a “frequently sanitized” touch screen on the bathroom
Changi airport fed me Coffee Bean, the only thing I miss from my days in southern California. And it fed me delicious street food in the form of Hainanese Chicken Rice, Taiwanese Beef Noodle Soup, and Indonesian Mie Goreng.
Changi Airport entertained me with a butterfly garden, a snooze lounge, and a movie theater (they were playing Thor).
Free wifi, tons of seating, and electrical outlets galore. Between the street food and the butterfly garden, long talks on the moving walkways, the four-hour layover passed by like a breeze. While I thought I would pass those hours in productivity or boredom, neither occurred. I almost didn’t want to leave when it was time to board the plane to Denpasar. Almost.