The first leg has gone fine and we are now sitting in Changi Airport awaiting our midnight flight to Heathrow. Changi is huge and one of the better places to while away a few hours, expensive though, especially coming after Vietnam.
The A380 to Heathrow is big and well-appointed but an aeroplane is never going to be a good place to spend the night. The scheduled flight time is 14 hours 20 minutes although the lady beside us, who does the trip frequently, informs us that they always land early and so it proves. However the air bridge malfunctions and we have to wait a while before disembarking.
We are still out of Heathrow and riding the Piccadilly line before 06:30, Eurostar next and we reach Paris in good time for lunch. Paris is warm and sunny and it could be Spring as we eat and drink and watch the world flow by (and isn't the traffic well-behaved!).
By now we are out on our feet and seriously consider setting the alarm clock in case we end up in Brive or Toulouse!
At Limoges we are met by Alan and driven back to their place for a delicious meal. Finally we are home and it's all over.
We are probably too tired to appreciate the holiday properly but it has been a great trip and, maybe, the first of many, Kerstin is already spinning the globe deciding where to go next.
It just remains to thank all of our friends and relatives for their generosity with their time and money which has allowed all of this to happen, even if we are 5 years late in the doing of it!
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