sixteenth storey

Today we went around an island to the north of the main city. It’s much more rustic, corrugated tin huts and the jungle, basically. Some nice paved paths to ride bikes on though, so we rented some and bike about. There were some Boy Scout types there, I guess this is as close to the wilderness as they can get in this country. The police apparently also have a training camp on the island. There were a lot of no trespassing signs that said “State Land” on them.

Apparently most of Singapore looked like this in the 1960’s, when the country in its current iteration gained independence. It’s astounding how far most of it has come in the past 40 years: the city is nothing but gleaming high rises and spotless streets. It’s more developed and advanced than anything I’ve seen. But I suppose part of the reason for that is exactly this youngness: none of the buildings are more than 30 or 40 years old, so it all looks very advanced compared to many cities, which were built up over a much longer period of time. Maybe this isn’t true, its just speculation, but it seems reasonable to me.

Anyway, we wandered around for a few hours and then headed back for the hotel. It’s now 5, and I’m just sitting in the hotel room in my underwear trying to get caught up on e-mail. New pictures daily, live from the 21st floor. But no more, as tomorrow morning at some ungodly hour I’m leaving, heading back from the midwest. I’ll be back by Sunday night. Then summer vacation starts in earnest.

background noise: Riot, UK Subs

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