#SelfieHeaven, #PostCrisis
Nearly thirteen hours sitting bolt upright in economy is a joy that has to be felt not described. Most times I’m bored out of my brain, but this time I had pleasant dreams, very pleasant dreams, too pleasant dreams. I’m not sure if I talked in my sleep, but the couple next to me offered strange looks when I woke up. Nikolai was almost as good in my dream as he was IRL.
Upon landing, I checked into the Marina Bay Sands hotel. This was the championships with only eight singles players, eight doubles players and a host of living legends on the menu; everything was amped up to eleven. ‘Names, names, names, sweetie, darling’. That was the theme of the week and of the Marina Bay Sands complex. Shaped like an alien machine from War of the Worlds with three tentacles l
