|Admiralty MRT station|
|Inside the MRT|
|Marina Bay Sands|
|The bad place|
|The reliable MRT|
|No free lunch!|
Then came the second shock to confirm that the flight was actually a transition between two contrasting worlds. Standing in front of the immigiration officer, past midnight, I asked him about the telepohone facility around to check with our guesthouse, which we booked online, about the airport pick-up. To my surprise, he took out his cell phone to ensure our conveyance! That was a real welcome beyond hollow commercial smiles!
The last shock had yet to come! It was only when we found Putu, who was waiting for us in the arrival area, we realized that we forgot to collect our luggage. Bang!
We tried to make it back via the exit gate and obviously got caught from the airport security. What happened afterwards is too long to describe here except for the happy ending, i.e. we were allowed to pick our luggage including Misha’s stroller!