With my bag packed, and my spirits high (the last few days had been an emotional roller-coaster), I went to Arlanda airport in Stockholm Sweden.

In an attempt to avoid jet-lag (since I only had 3 days in Singapore I didn't have time to sleep all day) I hadn't slept the whole night before my flight. So with 24 hours without sleep, the short one-hour flight to Copenhagen for my first transit, was a real struggle.
Finally in Copenhagen, I had to hurry to catch my flight to Singapore. Met a girl on her way to the same flight, apparently Swedish on her way home to her boyfriend in New Zeeland, that what happens when you travel by yourself. :)
Once on the plane to Singapore I got lunch and passed out... 12 hours on a flight had never passed that fast...
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