identity crisis

so just an hour and a bit on a plane (boo, first one) and it's singapore already

v confused, it's hotter than ever (the nearest bit of land the whole trip to equator) and so steamy the trees are growing ferns half way up. the streets are spotlessly clean and suddenly everyone is using the crossings again

all seems very clinical after Vietnam, I miss the grime. so I look for the dirtiest, most dingy looking locals caff for some food and get fried rice and sweet and sour fish, super-confusing, I miss the one-dish nations, maybe communism to thank for that

international again although I'm still stared at, not sure what language to speak, english obviously. so it feels like I've gone West again before I got to grips with East. but mainly I've gone South, that explains the hot bit

but that doesn't mean I'm not loving it! check out the picture of  my groovy pod-like hostel and the main street in Little India, I've managed once again to crash a significant festival and tonight is the eve of Deepvali, the one with all the lights. 

oh, and have touched base with local contact,  captain haddock william horne who is taking me out on bender tomorrow night, wish me luck

PollyGone and Got on a Plane and Went Too Quicky and Got Really Confused xxx