Thanks to a fifteen minute free Internet portal, I can update my blog from the Changi Singapore Airport. It is 5:30am local time, 3:30am India time, and our flight to Beijing will be six hours. I am tired, a bit in culture shock…this airport is basically a giant duty-free shop, and I fear I may be accosted by a Prada Handbag or a bottle of Chanel Purfume at every turn. I am also reminiscing, as last time I was here, despite jet lag and overdue assignment I had my passport stamped with an exotic “Singapore!” (since lost, thanks UPS), and bounded my way across the island with Laurie and her friend. We went Mountain-biking, saw Malaysia (through an ocean-laid chain-link fence), avoided a sudden downpour by ducking into a mall food court and eating some sort of funky dessert (ice cream and dried seafood?!, if memory serves correct?)…topping it all off with a Singapore Sling, and a last minute run to our terminal.
Looking forward to seeing you again, Laurie! Much love to all of my IHP family, who I missed everyday in India. Thank you Devin for the card!
Adi
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adrienne!
i have at last emerged from something very heavy and am now reading your blog for the first time since january. i’m not sure how i could have forgotten that you were keeping it; i had wondered why there were so few mass emails sent to your first ihp family and then, of course, i thought, the blog.
it is beautiful! and i cannot believe you have found yourself in the singapore airport again. i remember when i was there seeing many little children on leashes, which, after india (where babies ride on little mopeds) and africa (where six year old boys carry machetes) was horrifying. but the sushi there was delicious and it was the first food i’d eaten in two months that didn’t threaten me with any kind of gastro-related ailment.
so, you got my letter, phew. i sent it last minute. i know i had mentioned, hoped to be a penpal to one of your 31 students; i don’t know what happened, i think all of that reporting in northern california, and it seemed only appropriate to write to someone i know, a face i could imagine on the other end. reporting is very impersonal.
but this blog is not; i love reading of all your impressions and who the wind blows for and the girl with the fancy shoes (did she ever send them home?) and the cricket star in sixth standard and all of your truly beautiful photographs. thank you for letting me in to your travels.
so much love from los angeles!
xo,
devin
03.19.07 @ 9:33