Day 97/100. When I think about Changi Airport, I have memories of driving down the trees and bougainvillea-lined highway with the iconic control tower rising in the distance. I remember going to the only terminal in the old days. I remember the mylar cord fountains that looked like a waterfall pouring through multiple floors. I remember the wall with digital clocks reporting times of major cities all over the map. I think there was a trishaw where we could pose and take pictures. Changi used ...
