When it rains…

Rainy days in Singapore.

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 it out. And partially because, well, I’m lazy, and couldn’t really figure out how to get out of there. So I just put that off.

Nonetheless, I ended up visiting some temples…

And walking through Chinatown.

And going out with my friend, who I’m forbidden from talking about, to check out the views, to get dinner and beers, to watch wrestling at a bar.

And not going to any whore houses. Or karaoke bars.

And finally figuring out how the hell to get out of there…