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SG 552pm
Sawadee from Bangkok, Thailand! Plane flight was shite but that hardly matters now that we're here and on the way to the hotel.

I've actually quite missed this place. It's sort of nice to be back in a country where you don't even speak the language.

My blog posts for the next few days are going to be from mobile, so quick heads-up that the formatting might be a little fucked. Bear with me!

While waiting in the departure hall!


It was a beautifully sunny day to fly.

The view from the plane - the clouds were especially fluffy today.

I'd have taken more, but it was difficult to get a clear shot without the plane's wing in view.

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SG 630pm
The hotel's Christmas tree is nothing but bears - it's so cute it's unBEARable (hee!). The lower branches of the tree are bear-less though, which makes me wonder if any of these furry decorations might have gone on to (ahem) adorn some other homes.

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Checked into the hotel at 7ish - we're staying at the Amari Watergate Hotel this time, and it's really really good so it's kind of like a splurge and holy crap the room is amazing.

Like seriously LOOK AT THE VIEW.

And Nameko decided he absolutely had to jump into the bed and claim it first.
I've been mushroomed!

I was much hungrier than expected, and we had a really good dinner before heading back to the room to rest. I've been pretty good with eating, so far - been able to eat what I wanna eat without feeling too guilty about it, and that's pretty good for now. I can worry about the guilt when we head back to Singapore.

It's going to be a long day tomorrow - can't wait!

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