Trip Start Jun 28, 2011
4Trip End Jul 14, 2011
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What I did
Depart from Changi Airport to Colombo
Lounge at Lotus Lounge in Colombo
Lunch with the Santosa family
I couldn't believe that my mom packed nothing until a couple of hours before going off. She told my sisters that she was an experienced traveler, and that she had no need for too much time to pack. I was skeptical. Everyone was.
Did she prepare for hot weather? Did she prepare for cold weather? Did she prepare for the chargers, and the plugs necessary so she could charge?
I had everything packed in Indonesia, except that I wanted to buy the Panasonic E-PL2 camera & a pair of sunglasses in Singapore
If anyone needed to know the chronology:
1. Arrived in Singapore
2. Went to Mustafa
3. Arrived at home
4. Make detailed itineraries
We also bought the plugs in Mustafa. My dad bought two, one of which had 9 plugs. We also bought a dual-USB charger to be used in a car. That was it.
In any case, there was no need to wonder why I felt a huge amount of pressure and stress when I got up at 11. The airplane was going to take off at 16:10. Having lunch was indeed necessary for the body, and I wouldn't mind, but usually it'd take much longer if it had been in a group
We went off to Bukit Timah Plaza and ate at the nyonya place. I got myself the Nasi Lemak and barley. My mom bought the mango pudding, which was really delicious. That done, we went back and took our baggages.
We divided ourselves into two groups. Daddy, Kezia and I took the cab. The others used the car to go to the airport. There wasn't room for just one cab or one car.
Once we got there, I went straight into the GST refund area to ask about my camera. In the receipt, we had a lot of other small things, so we feared that we had to show everything. The man told us that we could safely place the things we didn't want to hang-carry inside the baggages. Good.
We checked in. We flew using Sri Lankan Airline. Whilst waiting, I went to the nearest Guardian to buy myself a tanning lotion. Yes, because with my kind of skin, I really needed that. Those who knew me well knew the rationale. It cost less than $10.
Anyhow, Keren brought a small baggage
After that was done, we went pass the immigration. Keren hopped onto the trolley like a 6-year-old. We went to the GST refund, and got myself a $77 reimbursement. The price wasn't a lot different than the one in Indonesia. However, to be fair, we didn't have time to go to Funan centre. I was glad that I went to Mustafa instead.
After that, we went into the lounge. There was dim sum and other sorts of nice food. There was an assortment of alcoholic things. I made something with Shirley and a couple more things. This was when I thought, "The alcoholic journey begins now."
We went into the plane on time, if a bit hassled passing through the securities. Not because I did something wrong, but there were many others who couldn't listen to rules. For instance, there was this one man who brought a shaving cream or something. He told the security officers that it contained less than the amount they forbid. The security officers told him that they went by the capacity of the bottle, not the amount of liquid it contained
My impression? Lack of education, but also generation gaps. Never underestimate the value of education.
Another impression of the Sri Lankan airline that we had was how hot the plane was before departing. I guess that's budget for you. I wasn't expecting them to go that far.
The service inside the plane was mixed, I guess. I read the reviews before choosing to fly using Sri Lankan Airlines. In the sense, if you're lucky, you'd be greeted and served well. If not, be prepared to be served by ill-tempered people. For example, my mom asked for the chicken curry. They didn't have it anymore. Already it felt like they took ages to serve the food to us, and when they did, they didn't have what we wanted. So my mom asked to have a look at the noodles. The lady made those annoying fussy noises and harshly opened the noodles for her to see, with all the water dropping on me, and she didn't have a care for it. Also, the people to offer drinks never came by. My mom asked for the cinzano and a glass of red wine, but she was only given the red wine.
I decided to just sleep through as much as I could to cool myself down. I adjusted my watch into the time in Paris and tried to set my biological clock accordingly.