2 hours: Approximate time I spent reading book from cover to cover in the disabled transit lounge.
2 hours 30: Time I spent in the airport bar listening drowning out lounge band with headphones (as "The rivers of babylon" wasn't really on my to do list for this trip).
20 minutes: Time I spent pondering the large number of people using crutches, zimmerframes or wheelchairs in this airport (although my perception was possibly warped by aforementioned time in the disabled lounge).
20 minutes: Time it took me to realise that being productive by mastering ableton live on my laptop wasn't nearly as fun as taking artistic shots of light fittings around the airport.
1 hour 30 minutes: Time I took to ride travelators to every far reaching nook and cranny of the airport.
40 minutes: Removing pie (from the airport bar) from crevice between teeth in various strategically placed bathrooms around the airport.
10 minutes: Selecting pick and mix lollies and chocolates to eat while I created this blog.
30 minutes: Bored.
How I spent 8 hours in Changi airport waiting for my connection to dubai.
