Despite that phrase about the soft rains of April, here in Singapore in June there is no end in sight. I’m not so sure that there is such a thing as soft rain in SE Asia. At least Singapore is a great place to eat yourself silly. This is a task that I relish.
Staying with a friend in the Novena area has been great. There is VeloCity, Novena Square, United Square, and the MRT within a few minutes walk.
Being back in Singapore is a bit of shock to the system, but a nice shock. I’ve been exploring all the new things that have popped up over the last few years. ION Orchard is a crowded, confusing mess, but it’s starting to make sense. Sentosa is a pleasant place to read, except for the construction noises (but this is a constant hazard all over the country), but I really must keep better track of the time to avoid my current state. All of my skin is peeling off from too much sun. The intensity is quite seriously dangerous compared to the gentle touch that reaches Japan.
So, I’m having some hot soup. It’s greasy and too hot too eat. I find out that it’s nuclear hot when it gets knocked onto my leg where it stuck like napalm. The restaurant owner makes me come to the back and take my pants off so he can apply salve and bandages. Now my left hand and right leg are intensely red blister havens. Every step hurts as cloth rubs against the leg and I have to keep my fingers separated in a freakish looking position. Trying to limp along and then sit down in the train exhibits all the visible traits of the very arthritic elderly. Joy.