Singapore’s equatorial heat and humidity weren’t helping in our search for lunch in the Little India neighborhood. Nor was the traffic buzzing by on the noisy Serangoon Road.
These days everything seems to be about circles. Social circles … calling circles … crop circles. The circle is a natural form that’s appealing to the human eye. We seem to be enticed by rounded curves … and leery of sharp corners. As you know, we did our own circle thing, traveling around the globe. And when …
Well, this has been a rough week … especially for James. We’d only just arrived in Wellington, New Zealand when James got really sick. Scary sick. He went to bed feeling great, but at midnight
Singapore boggles the mind! It’s such a blend of old and new, Asian and Western. Venerable Chinese “shophouses” stand in the shadows of gleaming skyscrapers. One minute you feel like you’re in China or India, the next you’re transported to New York or Sydney.