Home time!

Going through immigration in Darwin on my way home today was obviously a nerve-wracking and tense experience. I feared that Lady #2, with nothing better to do with her sad, bullying life, would be there waiting for me and I, full of vengeful rage, would see red and there would be a ruckus that I would lose because she was much bigger than me, more aggressive and generally seemed more at home with uncouth, violent behaviours, the big she-man that she was. Thankfully, no such altercation occurred, but I did approach the desk with a slightly sick feeling in my stomach, and handed over my passport as humbly as I possibly could, waiting for the new immigration lady's face to screw up slightly as she read the message that Lady #2 had left four weeks ago declaring me to be an international identity criminal. The conversation went thus:

Immigration Lady: (on seeing the stickers on my passport) ahaha. It's your luggage stickers. 

Me: (meekly) yes. Otherwise I lose them. I'm good at losing things. 

Immigration Lady: (gives acknowledging nod)

Me: (growing bolder) in fact, this trip I lost my credit card and my driving license, but they caught up with me eventually. The hotel staff are very nice here. 

Immigration Lady: (hands passport back) have a nice trip. 

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even a blink of anything wrong. Absolute complete nonsense from Lady #2 who probably didn't even know how to use a computer, let alone put an international security warning on it. We had to disregard two flights, take an additional one as well as three nights in a hotel and three days watching paint dry in Darwin for nothing!  Expletives upon expletives!  Words cannot express how much I would like to sit that woman down and make her feel terrible about the fact that she full out lied to us for zero reason at all. 

In Singapore, they didn't even take the passport out of its cute blue holder with a white squishy aeroplane on the front!

Anyway, after a delay of four hours, alighting one plane that taxied down the runway, got ready to take off and then changed its mind, a change of plane and the meltdown of some German children at around 10pm, we are finally back in Singapore which, according to Frenchie, smells of organisation. Yes. And friendliness.