Posted on 05/08/2014 by

When it’s “a quarter to cabin time”

– Where are they all going? Don, my Singaporean journalist friend was sitting by the restaurant window watching people leaving the city. Briefcases and handbags, shorts, skirts and summer suits. They all raced past the restaurant window with quick, happy steps. It was only three  o`clock on a Friday, but the weekend was already well Read More