Here we go- the proper unpadate at last. At KK airport, we finally made the perfume girls a deal. Every time Aman and i had flown out of KK (which was quite a lot!), we played with the perfume, yet never purchased a thing. But lovely Aman bought me a lush bottle for my birthday, so I was very chuffed. We then got our last batch of "Famous Amos Cookies"- delish! After a flight spent thinking over the past 6 months, trying to mentally prepare ourselves for the next adventures that lay ahead and trying to make sense of a mind boggling last few days in Sabah, we touched down in Singapore airport. We couldn't believe our eyes- Starbucks, Boots, Marks and Sparks- too much to take in!! There were so many white people and we heard the first American accents in a long time (they don't tend to venture to Borneo much). We put our rucksacks in storage overnight and head out on the oober modern underground to find our prebooked hostel. The train stopped within a couple of minutes and we found ourselves to be the only people left on board- until a kind young lad came to us and asked if we were lost, since the train we were sitting on was just a shuttle to and from the airport and train station, so we were about to be taken back to our terminal again- silly girls. So luckily, this local guy showed us to the train we wanted and talked us through the route we ought to take to make it our hostel, which was a bit out of town. He was really nice guy and filled us in on all the jazz about Singapore. He said that he hadn't done very well in school, but since he gave the army 3 years of service, he was able to go to a polytechnique college and do pretty well. After a long chat, we parted ways and Aman and I (after holding our breath whilst walking past a dire Durian stall) found our hostel. It was a cute bungalow house converted into a wee backpacker shack and twas really cool. Twas all boutiquie and all of the rooms had their own style. I confused their pet cat for a fluffy rug under the table so it got a bit of a shock when i rested my feet on it's back- haha. It was a bit skanky though- a shaved Persion (except from its head was all fluffy), with a bell around it's neck. After showering and sorting ourselves out, we headed for "Raffles City Plaza" which was a little too much to handle after flying directly from Sabah. Gucci, Armani, Haegendaz ice cream, Calvin Klein, but oh my- the best was Marks and Sparks- FOOD COURT! Oh yes. We had all fantasized about this while we had been away- so in we dashed- zooming about like starved hyenas- didn't know what to do with myself. However, devestation kicked in when we discovered that infact they had no fresh goods, like the one and only chocolate refrigerator cookies, or the fresh strawberry tarts and such like. Highly dissapointed. But twas still fun. We then found a Chinese boutique I fell in love with while we were in Hong Kong (Ebase) and it felt quite fitting to have a bit of banter in there on our final day together. Getting slightly peckish, we found ourselves in a rather pricey Italian, facing Raffles Hotel. We were gona venture out to "Ministry of Sound' for a boogy that night, but were both so eager for the following day to arrive that we just wanted to get back for an earlyish night (twas a bit like Christmas eve). Bought some last min things, then finally headed back to the hostel. I was up for aages puting buns in my hair (to make it curly) and checking my mail. Slept suprisingly well but woke early to discover that I didn't actually know the exact time Darren's flight got in- oops! Hopped online and thankfully Mr Josephine was on to give me some advice. I sussed it must be around 11am so I rushed to get ready to set out for the airport. Planned to get to the airport early to check where exactly the hotel we were staying in was and arrange transport there. Didn't really think about what it would be like saying bye to Aman after being joined at the hip for 6 months, but luckily it was ook. Twas weird leaving on my own for the first time. Once on the train, I tried to suss out my route to get back to the airport. It took far longer than expected and I found myself really rushing to make it in time. The arrival screen read that Darren was arriving EARLY and in a terminal that I needed to get a seperate train to- ah! So I dashed to the train and arrived just in time to take my hair down and get myself looking pretty. Wasn't as nervous as I thought I'd be, so cooly made my way to the luggage belt he was due to use. His flight number was on the screen above, but no sign of Mr Smith himself. I waited, and waited- getting a little bit anxious after 1/2 or so passed. Finally, there he was, looking like a bit of a lost sheep in a herd of buffalo, as he fished for his bag. After security check, he was out- welcome to Asia Mr Smith.