Singapore: Time travel

Look into the crystal ball, peer through the mists, and let me take you back in time. Back before COVID, back when both our kids had just finished with school, back to August 2019. For the first time in some 18 years Jennifer and I went on a holiday without our children. The idea was a luxurious break in Singapore, pointy end of the plane, nice hotel, grown-up meals – all that.

Instead we got on the plane and I started shivering with fever. I spent the entirety of our five days in Singapore shivering and hallucinating in bed like some 19th-Century explorer in the depths of malaria and dysentery. It was ugly. Bad enough that those five days never made it into the blog and were pretty much wiped from memory.

Fast-forward to now. A second freedom has been achieved as Jennifer’s mother is no longer living with us. And we decided to try Singapore again.

So after a day cocooned in Fin Air’s weird, but excellent, spherical seats we are once again in Singapore. On the edge of Chinatown, watching a storm break over the city.

And that’s the why of why we’re here; the what of what we’ll do remains to be seen – we’re watching the storm with interest.