So here we are in Singapore, stopping over, re-acclimatising to the heat, and exploring corners I had never seen on my last trip here (for work, in 2009). Peak: We went to a tea tasting today on this beautiful street, Emerald Hill, which until the 1860s was a nutmeg plantation. After a bad blight killed the crops it became a fashionable address for the colonial great and the good. It still has an air of splendour, as well as some sketchier bars at the end of the road that suggest that some literary greats might have been pissed in them once. Just my scene.
Pit: we took the MTA at rush hour, and after a big lunch, minor jetlag, and what I can only blame on the surprise of being in a city again, I hesitated boarding the train before @upper79 did, getting my shoulder stuck in the sliding doors, causing exclamations of disbelief from the people in the train, as a very shaken and sheepish me extricated myself and sat down to recover.
Guess I’m not used to big cities anymore! Here I come, London, said the travelling country bumpkin. 👩🏻🌾 #thepeakandpitcollective
— 170718. La Belgique a l’honneur en ce premier jour des FrancoFolies. Après un passage remarqué d’Angèle (la petite sœur) à la Coursive dans l’après-midi, Roméo Elvis était largement attendu par les 1400 personnes de la Sirène. — The MORALE TOUR -