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.

Jet lagged in Singapore. My first day in Singapore. My first day in Asia.

Bucket List Item: Travel to Singapore