28
Feb

Wealth for toil

SydneyIt now looks like we left Sydney at the right time, because she’s got flash floods and thunderstorms resembling Singapore and Malaysia in December.

But really, though, there isn’t ever a good time to leave Sydney. I spent nine good years from 1992 – 2000, and ten days there last month. One difference between the recent stay and the previous one is that everything there’s really really expensive now.

There was a time when the S$ was a little bit stronger than the $A, making many Singaporeans say things like, ‘Wah, drink coffee here damn cheap hor? The cappucino and latte only $1.80 leh, when you convert back’.

But what the heck, Sydney welcomes everyone who’s ever seen the Pacific’s waves lap at her shores in a way that makes you keep longing to come back, whether or not you gain or lose when you convert back.

It was even more special for me (that I had to show Sydney off to Naomi), as I visited the locality I lived in, bumped into my old landlord (who’s still renting out the flat at a premium – $500 a week, and dat’s cheap already!), and many other places of significance (to me).

Again, I’ll have to tell you about them later, because reservist book-in time beckons, and there’s Combat Live-Firing all of tomorrow.

Sydney
Peter the landlord (I forget his last name), who still collects rent personally, as well as tends to the common garden

Sydney
The art-deco Ritz cinema at The Spot, St Paul’s Street, Randwick

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