My hot date with Nigel

Nigel and I, trying hard not to melt away.

This past weekend, I spent several hours (accumulatively) standing, walking, melting, evaporating in the scorching hot sun. Why? To catch the RSAF 50th Anniversary Airshow of course - and at the same time to work on my suntan (burn). It must have been almost 40 degrees and the sun was beating down on us relentlessly - I currently look like a half cooked chicken, simultaneously in both steamed and roasted varieties. It's not funny.

I brought the girls in the morning to catch the show - but Nigel couldn't come as he had tuition at home. When I got home and asked him if he was interested in watching - being the aircraft aficionado that he is (NOT), I knew that he might want to go - and mentally I was prepared to go down again - to get inspired, awed, deafened, burnt once again

And it's always better the second time around. You know where the planes are coming from, where they are going, what they would do and how long you have to wait. Also, we stood near the speakers so we could hear the commentary team - which added significantly to the experience. My morning visit, in comparison, was a hodgepodge mashup of planes randomly flying around - where you know some form of order is intended, but one is unable to determine based on limited insider knowledge and the ability to decipher the muffled voices from the distant sound system.

You can point the camera in the right direction when you know where the planes are.

As the crowd cleared (it was 3.30pm), we realised that we were hungry and hadn't had our lunch yet, so we made our slow trek to Marina Square. Thirty minutes and 5000 steps later, we entered the cool air-conditioning.

I think Amber was the one who asked me if the F16 cockpit is air-conditioned - she considers it an important prerequisite. I couldn't give her a definite answer but mentioned that if it got too hot, there was always the option to put the windows down - just make sure you hang on to the tissue box.