I had the fortune to spend a day and night in transit in Changi Airport. I felt like being in a womb. The architecture had the ambience of a little child. The smoker’s room was fantastic. Shops glittered with a bevy of things. I walked through the airport as a contented poet. The massive lounge was an opera of delight. One felt the ease of being at home. I had a lot of booze and I slept comfortable on a sofa. On waking I found that I had missed my flight. The officials there were courteous in assisting me. I rebooked my ticket paying a small sum. I loved the sardine sandwiches and the beautiful vodka. Yes, Changi is a heaven on earth.