Hai- Woke up early to get a cab to the airport- had a nice breakfast in the airport at a cute place and had a delightful flat white- like a proper one- not one that is just good because-you’re-on-the-other-side-of-the-world-dreaming-of-a-teenybit-of-normal-caffeine-good. We also encountered more travel delays- but made the best of it by doing some airport shop browsing. In the shit-ton ton of items I have been lugging around, somehow I managed to forget...my spray perfume. So I have been rationing a 0.3 oz roller ball of cherished elixir when I “see fit”- when in reality, everyday should be a “see fit” day, as I’m smelling worse than the local Durian fruit. (Just to put this into perspective- this smells like rotting meat, mixed with death and porta-potty. So bad so, that most all hotels, taxis, and any establishment with any common sense BANS it from being consumed. I’m not even sure where anyone eats them. Yet, at the same time they make everything from it- durian chips, durian water, durian coffee, durian popsicles...) So in the Singapore airport I discovered...a Victoria Secret! In absolute desperation and after about 15 minutes of trying to decide which one was the least terrible I found a body mist...and purchased it. So now instead of smelling like local rotten death fruit, I smell like a high school hallway and a baby prosititute. An upgrade? To be determined.