The departure hall of Changi Airport T1 make such a perfect catwalk runaway. I feel like a model everytime I walk down those long passages and travellators with music pumping through my earphones, camera flashes going off left and right. I pretend that the stained old t-shirt and shapeless jeans I’m wearing to be the fashion season’s hottest haute couture. This make-believe game really ups the holiday mood!
But on return, this same runway turns into a tube that I have to squeeze out of; fighting my way through throngs of alighted passengers glued to their mobile phones. It also became a conditioning chamber to replace vacation bliss with thoughts of work, responsibilites and a thousand things. Slowly but surely, I will inch my way to the immigration gate… like a corpse being wheeled into cremation!
No wonder I’m a travel addict. I live to go on vacations