Queenstown MRT Image via WikipediaIn the old days a funeral procession always included a trip to Merdaka Bridge to encourage the soul to cross over to the other side.
Nowadays the procession in Queenstown detours near the MRT over-bridge as a substitute.
If one believes in a spiritual presence (and I am not sure that I do) then a good proportion of my spirit will forever be in Singapore.
Arriving at Changi airport has always felt like coming home and this has been particularly noticeable during my time with the British Council as I have been travelling frequently in South East Asia. It is a strange experience as I can honestly say that I have not felt that about any other port of entry.
This is also my first entry typed from the Queenstown library using the free wireless@sg network. I am in the "quiet" reading room of the library which has just celebrated its 50th birthday.
Yesterday we went back to the food court at Anchorpoint; hadn't been for several months since the free bus from the Queenstown MRT re-routed to Tiong Bahru. They do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and I was really looking forward to my favourite - Village Smoked Chicken. A bit of a misnomer as an entire village isn't involved in the culinary process.
The stall no longer exists! The long hours didn't mix with a young family and so they have closed down. A tragedy and I will leave Singapore with happy memories of the meals they produced.
So perhaps it is time to go, as the places I frequent change hands. Where and what we will eat when we return to New Zealand mid year has yet to be decided.
We will cross that bridge when we come to it.