Coral islands! Now volcanic islands! Then into some turbulence from crossing the (sub-tropical?) jet stream - that narrow (1-3 miles thick) current of rapidly moving air that meanders across the earth at about 11,000 m altitude just under the troposphere. The captain brings us up a little more to 11,600 m, and it's down to minus 52ºC outside. But, amazingly, there seems still some clouds a little higher than us - beautiful fat thunderheads over the moist jungle. Is that Burma down there?
We arrived in Singapore - Changi airport - only 20 minutes late despite the 90 minutes delay at Auckland.
This airport seemed almost surreal after the whites and blues out my window. It was open, spacious, bright, and filled with thousands of salmon and cerise orchids - total colour overload to our tired brains...
Despite the bright lights I managed to get half an hour's sleep and felt much better. Then I had a wash and teeth brush in the immaculate loos watched by two diminutive, smiling and bowing cleaner ladies, who seemed to mop perpetually. They each had a pure white headscarf/ shawl thing over their heads and tucked into the necks of their blue uniforms. It looked lovely. I wondered if it was just part of their uniforms, or maybe their religious requirement.