Singapore we're here

So far so good, the affair continues

The jet star flight was very mediocre; eight hours of my femur pinned by the knee to the seat in front and jammed into my pelvis tight in my seat. A $16 inedible sandwich and a hypoxia headache and blue nail beds completed the trip.

Coming through customs, less than 20 mins from disembarkation, to see the laughing faces of my son Tim and his wife Jen. Then outside and breathing in the warm satin of Singapore’s 30 degrees and 90% humidified air.

Back to their apartment at Lakeview. A three bedroom, three bathroom, (plus maids quarters) apartment on the twentieth floor with marble floor tiles and spectacular views. On one side the lawn of the apartment rubs up against the jungle surrounding McRithie reservoir. From the windows you can see the lake and follow the movement of the monkey groups as they move through the surrounding forest. At night the lullaby of the gheckos clicks and crickets chirp lull you to sleep. Hard to believe you are in a city of nearly six million people.

Dinner the first night in a local Indian restaurant, mapping each other’s faces for new lines and emerging grey hairs. This confident, knowledgeable man in front of me was once the one asking me the questions! We have transitioned the parent child relationship to good friends.

Our first day and walking the district with fresh eyes, aware of differences, the fragrant incense shrine at the base of a tree, unfamiliar temples to unfamiliar Gods, smells of fragrant spices cooking all packed into the warm dense air. Back to the apartment in the evening for a personal chef prepared delicious meal of mouth-watering steak, potatoe bake and salads. And a Turkish wine with rose petal bouquet! Yum.

Tonight my feet look like small pox as the blisters emerge from the days walking. The sedentary life has a lot going for it, and so to tomorrow.