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We have a short stopover at Changi. Friends had suggested the open-air swimming pool was worth a visit, but then others said that being open to the Jet-A-fuel-filled atmosphere wasn't great if you had any kind of breathing issues. We decide not to risk it.
We do go to the observation deck, and yes, it's not the cleanest of air, but on the other hand it's tropical: rather different from an open rooftop space back home right now!
Well, a robot barista!
It makes a decent cup of coffee, I won't deny, but no better than any other automatic machine without the theatrics. Then again, most human baristas are just theatrics: I could push a button on a machine myself, or I could pay a pretty young thing to push it for me. It's the PYT-ness I'm paying for, not the button-pushing.
If we weren't a captive audience with nothing better to occupy our time, who knows, but we are and we haven't, so let's hear it for Ella.
I'm not sure that carpet would be conducive to relaxation if you'd accepted too much caffeine from Ella.
It's not just Heathrow. LV are pulling out all the stops worldwide it seems.
And just like that, we're in Melbourne where we we'll be catching a domestic flight to Hobart.
Changi had a robot barista, Tullamarine (as nobody seems to call it) has a microbrewery. No offence to the good people of Singapore, but I know which gets my vote. Sadly, though, since pretty much the first thing I'm going to need to do when we get to Tasmania is drive a hire car, I must forsake this experience.
We are, however, allowed to buy duty-free on arrival, and as our next hop is a domestic flight they won't take the slightest notice of our liquid contents.
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