17 October 2011
Singapore, lying in the South China Sea, a stone's throw from the equator, swelters in mind-boggling heat and humidity like a Turkish bath. Its streets are safe and clean and the vegetation all seems to grow to thirty feet high or more, like giant rhubarb. Raffles is the jewel in this exotic crown. You can enjoy an affordable cup of tea or coffee in the Courtyard under a parasol, your clothes rapidly becoming soaked in sweat, but hey, what the heck, its all in the cause of living a fantasy of past grandeur. The next time I write to you, I shall be in Perth, Western Australia. A rolling stone and all that . . .
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