The flight landed a 6pm local time, only half an hour late. (I say "only" because we took off an hour late from Gatwick, despite being all boarded on time.) Then there was a long queue at immigration. Then outside (bam! the heat!) to find the shuttle bus. "It will be the guy wearing an orange tabard, holding a sign." Am I grateful for that, as there were a zillion guys with signs, but only one with an orange tabard. Then off to the hotel, in a gloriously air-conditioned shuttle bus.
I was a bit zonked by the 10 hr flight, and 6 hour time difference, but 8 hours sleep plus breakfast plus coffee, and I'm feeling human again. Human enough to take the traditional photos from the window.
|view from the window (at an angle)|
|view from the end of the corridor|