If my first post about New Zealand gave the impression that the entire two weeks was colorless, I have some contrasting news: they were not. When I flew toward my layover airport of Singapore en route to Auckland, we floated among azure skies. Even if grey marshmallows occasionally interrupted my view once on the ground, the peacefulness of streaking above the clouds didn’t end with the bump of landing in New Zealand.
Nearly three years ago, I had the chance to fly to Singapore from Zurich on a Swiss 777-300ER, which roughly coincided with the two-year anniversary of my first 777-300ER flight, then from Munich. This year would be the five year anniversary of my original flight but in the span of those short years, Singapore Airlines upgraded their equipment: it was the same flight as I took in 2013, but this time I’d be flying on an Airbus A350-900. I was tired from a long night of work the day prior but exhilarated to experience once again a new airplane type as I looked out on a wet MUC tarmac one May morning.
I was supposed to spend two weeks in Blaichach followed by one week in Singapore. The flight over to Europe is nearly always exciting because it’s a flight that allows you to see the sunrise, but with all the rain leading up to my trip I wasn’t sure what would happen. (It worked out; I saw the sunrise.) But really the uncertainty became less about German weather and more about conditions in Singapore.
Ultimately, my itinerary changed to spending one week in Blaichach, one week in Singapore, and one more week in Blaichach. The week before I left for Singapore, fires in Indonesia caused massive haze issues through much of Southeast Asia. I wasn’t sure what weather to expect when I landed; the day before my flight, the PSI readings had set a new record.
En me brossant les dents 
