Jet lagged in Singapore.
My first day in Singapore. My first day in Asia.
Every street in Singapore has a different smell. Some have a scent straight out of a Thai food restaurant. Others like what I remember of Poison perfume. Still others like curry spiked motor oil.
I’ve never been to Asia before and since I had to change my original plan, Singapore seemed as good of any to start with. Actually, I’m happy that I started my Asian journey here. It’s kind of Asia light. From what I hear. Which may scare me out of leaving.
I slept in too late my second morning, missing breakfast, still jet lagged.
I took a walk towards the main area of town, it was the day after Halloween and I saw the first sign since starting my trip that that was a holiday. It’s something not celebrated widely and something definitely not celebrated in Turkey. It will be weird celebrating all these holidays away from home.
I walked past a bunch of buildings that I had forgotten why my guidebook said were important.
I walked along the water, finding interesting statues here and there.
A stranger approached me and took me away from photographing one thing to show me another few in English I didn’t understand and then read my palm in English I didn’t understand and then demanded money for “helping” me in English I did understand.
And I went to the art museum, which was wonderful, though small, and only had a few exhibits but they were captivating: a man who created lifelike portraits not based on true photographs, videos of a woman’s performance art, walking backwards down the street, standing almost naked against art.
And that night a friend I knew online but never in person also arrived in town. And we got beers and food. And I ate a spicy crab soup while we talked about travel and whore houses.
And then I went to bed too late and too drunk. Still off schedule from the time change.