Hans stepped foot off of the plane's ramp and immediately felt as if he was being barraged from the sun on all sides of his body. The humidity of Singapore was something the boy, who had throughout his entire life grew up in the Alps, could not easily handle.
In fact, the first instinct Hans had was to roll up his sleeves and unbutton his collar, which appeared to be the common fashion of those men deployed in the tropics. While Kufstein had its own airbase, it was actually a rather small facility.
Truly, when compared to the vast naval/air base that existed in Singapore, which housed tens of thousands of German soldiers, Hans felt as if the facility which he had first learned to fly was utterly inadequate.
