Well, I slept like the proverbial B – give or take waking up at 3:30 a.m. and my body thinking it was dinner time. Anyway half an hour of Facebook soon put me back to sleep and the next day of my trip begins with a spring (ish! I had my cane with me) in my step, a smile on my lips, a song in my heart; that is to say the sun was in the sky and the gods (out here you can choose almost any faith you wish and come up trumps) where wherever they were meant to be. I doubt there are many Nordic Heathens here but nonetheless it was Thor’s Day for me and that boded well.
As stated the S. was well and truly shining forth and the first encounter with Singapore’s café culture led to a delightful variation of Eggs Benedict to start the day off as well as could ever be expected. Read More…
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