Let this be my obligatory blog post for the month of June. Things have been busy as we prepare to move back to the United States from Thailand. But before we left, Anne and I took a little trip to Singapore, just the two of us, so Anne could have some testing done. In that spirit, I now offer my most disjointed blog post to date.
While we only had a couple of days in Singapore, and quite limited opportunities to see the island, I did take advantage of Anne's handy-dandy point-and-shoot camera to take photographs of the interesting things I saw in the city-state of Singapore.
So, Anne came out of the restroom at the mall which housed the clinic and said, "Dad, I think there are urinals in the women's bathroom!" Fortunately the mystery was already solved, as I had already visited the men's room, which had the following pictures on the stalls.
Door Number Three is pretty obvious, it's the sitter. I was a little surprised, however, that Anne didn't recognize what was behind Door Number Two. Yes indeed, ladies and gentlemen, it's a squat toilet! I didn't even have to stretch to get that mention in.
Okay, astute readers, why is the following picture so amusing?
That's right, inspirational hair. By Melvin. You know, Melvin. Bald Melvin. Now I know I've got plenty of hair issues, but really? I'm going to get inspiration for my coif from a folically-challenged man? Mad props to Anne for spotting this in a magazine and pointing it out. That girl knows funny.
That's right, a stairway to...a blank wall. Love it. Tell the kids to run up and get my *THUNK!*
I have no idea what the proper Chinese pronunciation is, by the way. Because that would totally spoil the fun of it for me. And for the record, the chicken and rice was delicious.
I have to include a photograph with the Zufelts, not the least because they took me to the floating poo restaurant. With friends like this, you will never go wrong. EVER.
It was a good trip. We learned a lot, and it was pretty cool to see another country. Singapore had a lot more trees than I expected, and it was nice to see orderly traffic that all flowed in the right direction, with no crazy motorcyclists weaving in and out of the cars (I'm still slightly bitter about the motorcyclist that hit me trying to pass me on the right, while I was executing a right-hand turn).
That said, it was good to come home to Thailand, even if it's our home for only a few more weeks.