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After waking up early in Singapore. After checking out of my hostel and walking to the bus station. After arriving at 10:30am and buying a bus ticket for noon. After being told "but you can get on that one that is leaving now." After surviving passport control. After 6 hours on a bus, listening to music and staring out the window pretending I was in a movie. I arrived in Kuala Lumpur. I had directions to a hostel — Reggae Mansion — but they were from the bus station and I certainly wasn't at a bus station. And so I pulled out...

Back home I would get Asian food at least twice a week, probably way more. I'd order Thai food from down the block or I'd grab a quick Whole Foods sushi or I'd get Chinese food for lunch or I'd make myself a stir fry. My diet was thoroughly based on chunks of meat with noodles or rice. After four months of eating way too many doner kebaps, I've been ready for a culinary change. So bring it Asia. Bring. It. ...

It started raining on my walk through a park in Singapore. I was in the herb garden when I could feel it in the air and see the darkness in the sky that it was coming. I tried walking home in it, getting soaked. Until someone saw me sheltering myself under an overhang and pointed me to the nearest metro stop. I ended up spending five nights in Singapore, one more than I had originally planned. Partially because the rain, that just kept coming, made it difficult to really do anything or plan to do anything and so I kept waiting...

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....