This was it, after months of planning – the day had finally arrived!
I pretty much wanted to tell everybody I came into contact with that I was going to be flying Suites, strongly fighting the urge to just shout “suites” at old ladies as they crossed the road etc.
Somehow though, I’d managed to hold it all together.
My reward? The overwhelming feeling of joy, as my Uber pulled up to the special F area of Singapore Changi Airport’s Terminal 3.
The highly unnecessary waiting area at First Class check-in – Singapore Changi. I can’t imagine this facility ever being so full that the space is required.
With an abundance of golden white marble and sleek leather chairs, this even beats the TG F check-in at BKK. It also benefits from being entirely walled off from the rest of the terminal, rather than just being behind a tall partition.
The check-in agent was very efficient and friendly. She asked me if this was my first time flying suites. I told her that indeed it was as well as it being my second ever time on SQ. She told me that I was sure to love the experience and made sure to let me know that I had a access to a special lounge for F pax only. I smiled and played it cool, acting like I hadn’t researched all of this to a ridiculous degree beforehand.
An eerily quiet airport in the early hours of the morning
Even if the airport is quiet, it is totally awesome to have your own dedicated immigration and security channel, away from the masses
The SilverKris Lounge, accessible to those in business class and a mere gateway to those of us fortunate enough to be flying in F
I’ve got a golden ticket
Upon showing this ticket to the lounge guardians I was personally escorted through the Business Class lounge; past another reception desk that was guarding the First lounge; through the First lounge and past the final gatekeeper, who checked me in to The Private Room.
At this point I was passed across to one of the very professional lounge attendants. He gave me a quick tour of the facilities and asked if he could get me something to drink.
I really dig the slightly old-school departure board behind this desk (and of course the giant Rolex clock above it). Being in TPR transports you back to a bygone era of locomotive luxury and this initial space sets the tone perfectly.
The main seating area. Very elegantly furnished with plenty of personal space for each passenger.
Much like the rest of the airport, The Private Room was free from people for at least an hour or so. I’m sure I’m not the only one out there who has gotten up extra early to enjoy a lounge?
I asked the lounge attendant for a double macchiato and a breakfast menu and took a seat in the dining area.
The dining room. This picture really illustrates one of the best features of the lounge, the high ceilings. This and a decent view are two must haves for a top class lounge, in my opinion. These features go some way to removing you from the feeling of being in a regular terminal building.
Can you spot the only other guest in TPR?
The breakfast menu
First things first: let’s begin with an expertly prepared double macchiato
I love SQ’s branding with the various different coloured stripes at the top of the boarding pass. It reminds me of collecting football stickers as a kid. If this was a football sticker, it would definitely be a 1995 foil Eric Cantona
The dim sum was passable but by no means great. The skins were quite thick and stuck to the chopsticks in a way that the best dim sum never does
I couldn’t fault the Dom though
After my leisurely breakfast, which involved a repeat of my first two drinks orders, I made my way over to the gate area.
I love the A380. I know a lot of people trash-talk the shape of it. As a pure exercise in human achievement though, it is awesome. The fact that entire towns in France have to be shut down to transport the pieces to Toulouse is ridiculous. The largest and most comfortable passenger plane ever built. A bastion of human endeavour and international cooperation. I love the A380.