Tuesday dawned hazy so no great surprise there. Before you knew what was going on the tour director had gone into "travel mode" the bed was stripped and the sheets and pillowcases found themselves flying into the washing machine.
A rapid breakfast was followed by major repacking of both suitcases, some items being consigned to remain at David's. As soon as the washing machine finished the towels were put into wash and the first lot of washing was put onto the airer.
Meanwhile I pottered eventually preparing lunch after which we headed down to the river and turned right rather than left for the first time. We walked along the river bank admiring the many skyscrapers and eventually found ourselves in a park which bordered the river. The contrast with the tourists bustling around Clarke Quay three quarters of a mile away could not have been greater. All in all there were four people in the park.
Unfortunately we had to truncate our walk,as stupidly we had forgotten to take any water with us, so we returned to David's flat using the other river bank for some variation. There is little in the way of variety in Singapore's architecture as all buildings must by necessity stretch for the sky. So all you achieve is a different view of the same buildings.
One home the tour director went for a swim and I read my book until David came home from work. Our suitcases were packed and locked and our taxi turned up at five thirty to take us to Changhi Airport to catch the flight to Australia.
All went smoothly at the airport and we boarded a plane to carry us to Melbourne.