Night and day’s all screwy thanks to the mother of all jet lags which I’m finding difficult to shake off even though I told myself that by not thinking about it, I wouldn’t be affected by it that badly.
Other than that, re-accustomising oneself to home’s pretty easy though – just head out and get some fabulous local food, which I tried at Newton, only to find that it had been completely and outlandishly refurbished to the point of wah-lao-ness. This was compounded by the lack of smokers’ seating which meant that there were no smokes-and-teh-tarik to be had without anyone staring at you as if you were a leper.
But there’s a comfort in spotting banners and signs that are Singaporean because of the love of the word ‘cum‘:
But of course, the only way to really feel that you’re back home in Singapore is to head to that Australian part of the island, otherwise known as Tanglin Mall, and experience the life-sized facsimile of Lygon Street known as Cafe Beviamo. There, I had scrambled eggs, spinach, eggplant and vegemite with the best ciabatta available anywhere I swear.
Then, because I had been missing home so much the last two weeks, the cafe’s sticky date pudding beckoned me. And I said ok, also can.
First you play Jenga with it, then you eat it