Singamore

It was hard to say goodbye to the Kim’s. They were determined to feed us the delights of Singapore, food and all. Chilli Crab would be worth the trip in itself. I had no idea what to expect. Picture a giant crab broken into chunks, stacked in the middle of a lake of red chilli crabby goodness. Maybe you’ll need to try it. Dipping fried bun into the spicy sauce, a masterstroke. Not to be outdone, the local street fare. Handmade pork dumplings, fried sweet bread dipped in warm bean curd, curry puffs and egg tarts, coconut and red bean drinks, shaved ice desserts with palm sugar and coconut milk. Tip of the Singapore culinary iceberg. A months worth of food, all in 6 days.

 Schooling has begun. Staying in a home schooling household proved to be crash course in distance ed. These guys have down to a fine art. Short sharp one on one lessons. I hope that’s where we are headed. We will have to learn on the run. Literally.
Singapore Zoo was definitely worth a whole day. The zoo has been cut into the tropical forest on the edge of the river. I don’t know how the animals feel but it is a great place to explore. There is even a water park where the animals can watch us frolicking inder the water jets. The kids had a ball. Other singapore adventures included a trip to the multistory play centre, botannical gardens, video gaming lounge, and wet markets. At one stage we had 9 in the 5 seater Honda. The adults even snuck out after bed time for dessert, a foot massage and a trip to china town. Never fear the kids were kept under surveillance.

I think our friends the Kim’s may have found a home for a good while. Singapore is definitely their home turf. It is a good fit. We might need to give them a year to recover from our visit before we crash their party again.

I am sitting, here in a quiet apartment on the western outskirts of Paris. We arrived this morning in varying states of fatigue. Kael has crashed. He and I will miss the afternoon excursion on the metro to see some street performers. Second prize is coffee and baguette, a book and a view of the windswept neighbourhood. Lissa’s aunty and uncle graciously rescued us at the airport and will play tour guides for a few touristy days. More exceptional hosts.Tomorrow is the Eiffel Tower and her friends. Even I am excited. It’s Paris time.