Changi International Airport aims to please, as does BLAISE HOPKINSON
While talking about toilets is something our mothers discouraged, there are times when a traveller finds a truly exceptional excuse to discuss pointing Percy at the porcelain.
After a couple of egregiously expensive pints at Harry’s Bar in Changi International Airport’s gleamingly renovated Terminal 1, I needed to regroup before boarding a flight to Bangkok.
The airport, which has won every award in the book, has a 24-hour cinema (in T3), a butterfly farm (also T3), smiling immigration officials who offer you a candy while you wait, seamless transit and the best duty free shopping available anywhere (suck on that, Dubai!).
While concentrating on doing my duty, or whatever quaint term your family uses, I was suddenly aware that I was not staring at a tiled wall.
No, in all its grandeur there was the bright red livery of a Qantas A330, beautifully framed by the floor to ceiling window behind the urinal.
The bog backdrop is the entire sweep of the apron, making this, arguably, the best (men only) view in the world for those seeking relief after a few frosties.
Please excuse the grainy photograph, but Singapore is known for strict limitations of what you can and cannot do. Taking a selfie in a public lavatory is probably high up on the list of fineable offences!
In my many years on the road I have encountered some unique conveniences, but this beats even the spectacular view from the men’s urinals at the top of The Peninsula in Hong Kong or those at the former Foreign Correspondent’s Club of Thailand’s clubhouse at the Dusit Thani.
While I did not investigate myself, I am confident that the women’s loo at T1 has similar facilities, so no need for pissoir envy. Singapore is an equal opportunity country. At the door to the rest room, I enthusiastically stabbed at the “Excellent” button of the satisfaction meter.