My flight isn’t until after 10pm, so there’s plenty of time to do a tour of Singapore on the way to the airport.
G’s flight isn’t until tomorrow but he’s signed up to go on my excursion with me, just to extend our time together.
We visit the botanical gardens, with 5-10,000 varieties of orchids.
We visit Little India and Chinatown (where we have lunch), and do a short cruise down the Singapore river.
Then it’s time to go to the airport. Terminals 1-3 are connected to each other and any number of semi-attractions. ND and P are flying out of there tonight, and I had thought we might hang out together. But alas, I am leaving from Terminal 4. Which is connected to nothing.
Korean Air isn’t open to check me in for a few hours, but G waits with me until I finally get my boarding passes, making very sure I know, in case I’ve missed it, how much he wants to see me again. We’ll see each other: he’ll visit me; I’ll visit him. It’s not an end, but a beginning.
And many more words to this effect.
Then I shoo him away from the airport so he can head out to the city and his hotel. I get through immigration and security, and settle in to find out what gate my flight will be at.
For all intents and purposes – my vacation is over.
All that really remains is the long trip home.