I’ve been in Singapore for nearly a month now, but you’d hardly know it if you’ve been visiting these pages.
I wish my absence was due to lazying about in hammocks under palm fronds, munching on papaya slices and sipping Singapore Slings from tall glasses. But I’m afraid there’s been far too much work and far too little sleep for any of that scenario to occur.
To be honest, I’ve not seen all that much of Singapore yet, save for the office, a few edit suites and the Ministry of Manpower – all of which are in Chinatown, so I’ve seen plenty of that. To be really honest, Singapore is not all that big, so there is not all that much to see. But the Night Safari, the Nature Reserve, Little India, the orchid gardens and Orchard Road all still elude me. Even my evening on Sentosa Island was brief, crowded and limited to a short walk through the water and sand.
But what I’ve missed in sights, I’ve more than made up for in the other four senses. The stunning palette of colors in everything from buildings to saris to flowering trees to the piercing blue sky make Seoul seem like life in a monochrome cement factory. The air is warm and humid, a refreshing treat to my tired winter skin. At every turn, the air is fragrant with lemongrass, ginger, cloves, fruits, spices, fresh rain and coconut; or some exotic combination of them all. And to the tastebuds, well that’s an entire story of its own. Singapore has long been held in my mind’s eye as some of the best food in Asia, and it has yet to disappoint. But more on that later.
For now, while I collect myself and catch up on sleep, you may feast on this.