Wednesday and we have now got ourselves into a leaving mind set. The morning was filled with the tour director taking charge of packing. My role is only to offer moral assistance and to provide carrier bags when asked. Neither of us want to be doing this and the atmosphere is somewhat charged. 

However, by midday the task is more or less finished and we can sit back somewhat glum in our approach to the afternoon. We headed off to Clarke Quay fro lunch to have food in the food court there, but before that we went to get a refund on our MRT cards which amounted to three dollars each. The tour director had told me this would be all we would get back but David and I were sure that we would also get back our seven dollar deposit. I had to admit that we were wrong.

We did have lunch in the food court where I made a slight mistake in adding fresh chilli to a dish of black pepper and ginger beef. It was incredibly hot.

As we returned to the flat the rains came down, in what was almost a proper monsoon. We took refuge in a bar and had a beer whilst we waited for the rain to abate. There was something rather depressing about watching th rain on our last day, at one point we couldn't even se clearly across the river.

In the late afternoon the tour director went for her last swim and then it was time for a shower and after that the cases had to be locked and we were ready to leave. 

David came home from work early and we head out for our last meal in Simgapore, a Mexican meal which was very good. Back to the flat the car turned up at eight thirty and the three of us headed off to the airport. The car couldn't find the address and so we had to move our cases out into the pavement and to flag him down as he drove by.

Airports are generally soulless places, there was no chance of an upgrade even though we had travelled right around the world with them, this is a little unfair as we were offers an upgrade to premium economy for the small sum of thre hundred pounds each. We didn't feel we could afford it.

Sad farewells were made and then we were through security and immigration to enjoy a gin and tonic in a bar whilst we waited for our flight.

We had been told to go to the gate at ten twent five so that is what we did, only to find our flight was boarding, the time we had been given was the latest we could turn up!!!

Before we knew it we were on the plane and heading back to Britain.