We landed in country #2, and it couldn’t feel any more different than Japan. For example, last night I was sweating dispite the aircon – the night before, I had been wearing a sweater, wool socks and extra clothes to offet the cold fall of Tokyo.
Today, i am dying in the heat. I’m a puddle of sweat. It’s discusting. If I thought Tokyo was hot when we landed, it wasn’t. This is hot. I’m drenched. My clothes are stuck on. I’m sweating in places I never thought I could, like the top of my arms. It’s overwhelming.
Still, i love Singapore. I’m so happy to be here. It feels like Asia, but like the best of Asia. it’s clean, manicured, like Latin america on crack. It feels like every American’s destination dream, except that there are none and the only downfall is the lack of beaches. It has culture, great food, affordable prices. We are staying in Little India, which feels worlds away. 5 years later, I still want to live here. I still want to be ridiculously rich and live here in a fancy condo building overlooking the city. This place is just amazing.