The wave of heat that you feel when you first step out of the glass doors at Changi airport is, for some reason one of those things that you don’t include when you’re miles away from home in the freezing cold and fantasizing about going back to your family, dog and friends. No, for some reason you don’t think about that, and when it happens you never fail to be surprised at just how thick and heavy the air is.

But then you feel it. The shock of your lungs as it struggles, having to work harder to take in the dense and highly saturated air. The moisture that clings to your skin, your clothes and gives you that ever-sticky feeling, making you want to spend the rest of your holiday in the pool or in a cold shower. That relentless heat that leaves you drained, tired from doing nothing but wondering if you were better off someplace else.

But don’t get me wrong, it’s great to be back. I’m so thrilled to see everyone and everything. It’s just that sometimes I wish that I could be confined to my swimming pool and that my friends would all come visit me.
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