I could never understand why people bought aerosol cans of pseudo "new car smell". The smell of rubber, solvents evaporating, plastics out-gassing and carpet are a combination that is far from edifying.
This is noted with some feeling as we have just brought our new car home from the showroom. The Volkswagen Polo is the 2010 car of the year in its class and while driving it is a pleasure, the smell is something else; although this will subside.
What particularly impressed me was the customer service of the Continental Car Services team and in particular our salesman Patrick, who arranged a free courtesy car for use for a fortnight while we awaited the ship carrying our vehicle.
He consummated the sale with a lovely bouquet of flowers which he presented to my wife. These appeared with a flourish when we went into the yard to collect the car - a nice touch and good service at its best.
More sobering is the news that the suicide rate amongst young people in Singapore is on the rise. Last year more than 400 Singaporeans took their own lives. This rate rises and falls in direct correlation with the effects of a recession or similar financial crisis.
The suicide rate in New Zealand has fallen in recent years but as with Singapore, the rate is highest in people aged 15–24.
The youth of Singapore are under tremendous pressure to succeed within the education system and places in the best universities are much sought after. In New Zealand the pace of life and education is more subdued.
New Zealand technology is about to be deployed in Singapore and by all accounts it is a nifty device they are testing.
The university I worked for, before heading to Singapore, (AUT University) has developed a PowerTread system, in which "tubes that are compressed by vehicles and pump hydraulic fluid to turn a turbine and generate electricity".
Powertread has already been successfully trialled on the Causeway providing lighting for one of the border booths for a couple of days.
The Singapore government is getting behind the product's further development and commercialization and one of the country's malls is going to be the next test bed..
They might have been best to put a unit on the road leading to the Integrated Resorts as the volume of gamblers making their way to Marina Bay Sands and Sentosa would give Powertread a real work out.
There are a few moments in one's mortal journey when a life altering is decision takes place. I had one such epiphany two days ago.
Staring at the mirror on a cold winter's morning I decided to shave off my moustache. This carefully cultivated zone of self indulgence first sprouted on my upper lip some thirty five years ago.
It has also survived and flourished in its various manifestations over 26 years of marriage despite suggestions to the contrary.
I blame this sudden and rash decision on my change of diet after leaving Singapore. Soup and porridge have now become staples and a moustache is not the best item of body adornment in such circumstances.
The rationale for my earlier decision to wear a moustache are now lost in the mists of time. No doubt the influence of Hollywood's leading men such as Clark Gable had something to do with it, but more likely it was the 1970's rock scene where long hair and a droopy moustache were de rigeur.
I may have been no Rhett Butler I but I did have a passing resemblance to Ringo Starr on the Sgt Pepper Album's cover art.
Historical evidence suggests that the mosutache has been worn for thousands of years. Eighth Century Latin refers to the "mustacium" and Hellenistic Greek to "mustax". The Pazyrik horseman pictured (circa 300 BCE) sports a pencil thin moustache.
My morning decision had no such historical context. The sobering reality has been that no one actually noticed I had shaved off the offending appendage!
Even the pair of eyes that can observe a sock out of place in the tallboy at forty paces failed to notice the physical change as she passed me by.
Either I have become as superfluous as the furniture, or the colour of said moustache has now changed to such a degree that it matches the skin colour of my upper lip - I suspect the latter.
There is something almost biblical about the tablet - not the Moses variety, the one that Steve Jobs has been touting.
The Straits Times has a report about the launch of the iPad tablet in Wellington today and the frustration experienced by those in the grip of "iPad mania"
Why people bother queuing overnight for a piece of technology that will be superseded within the year by a later version, is beyond me?
Evidently Apple have gone to the extreme with the latest launch of not wanting to reveal in advance where people can buy an iPad. Surely a basic tenant of marketing is that a sale can only take place when one can discover the product?
The launch seems a classic case of hype over substance and I for one will not be beating a path to my local retailer to purchase an iPad.
Singaporeans are into the latest techno-fads as this video demonstrates.
Not that I am opposed to technology, far from it. Since returning from Singapore a couple of weeks ago we have been busy buying a house lot of electronic wizardy.
One such purchase has been a Samsung full HD television. I was surprised to discover that thanks to the recession, the prices for the latest sets here in New Zealand compare very favourably with those in Singapore.
Within three years New Zealand is moving completely to high definition and away from analgue television so it makes sense to get full HD now. Coupled with a simple UHF aerial, this new set will allow me to pick up all of the free to air channels. We made sure we did not purchase an "HD Ready" model which is not full HD and needs a decoder box.
When we left in 2006 there were fewer options but now the channels seem to have spawned several more. The content is a lot better than what was on offer on the Mediacorp free channels and of course the global news broadcasts are far more comprehensive and less controlled.
Prime Television is my personal pick and is Australian controlled. It has good sports coverage (albeit often delayed) and old favourites such as the Antiques Roadshow.
One free channels I will be giving a miss is the parliamentary channel which is about as exciting as watching paint dry. Watching the PAP MPs answering prepared questions on Singapore's Channel Five of an evening was enough to put me off for life and our parliamentarians are no better.
If you think things are bad in Singapore spare a thought for China where more than 6 million people have been displaced by recent flooding.
No doubt the authorities are keeping their fingers crossed that the next deluge does not coincide with the soon to be staged Youth Olympics. The highways are already being prepared for the YOG and motorists will be expected to be especially observant of blinking lights and YOG number plates.
There is evidently a Plan B according to the chairman of bus operations at the Singapore Youth Olympic Games Organising Committee (Syogoc). Here's hoping they won't need to use it.
The Mao Shan King variety of the fruit is the one that tickles his fancy. The cost of the purchase was just over $Sing 2,000 but if you add in the jet fuel and pilot's wages the costs becomes prohibitive for mere mortals.
Stanley Ho is an interesting man. He ranks 84th on Forbes rich list with a personal worth of $6.5 billion and rising. He is married and has 17 children.
It is not widely known that 'citrus limon', or the humble lemon to give it its common name, is an Asian tree. It wasn't until the 15th century that it was cultivated in Europe and later still that Christopher Columbus took some seeds to the Americas.
Whatever the pedigree, lemons were synonymous with the New Zealand gardens of my childhood. Even today most large gardens will have the obligatory lemon tree providing juice that provides a welcome respite in the heat of summer.
They are also very high in Vitamin C (citric acid) so are a winter stalwart to ward off the onset of colds and 'flu.. Kiwifruit are also very high in Vitamin C and in Singapore they were $1 each. Here in NZ we are currently eating the golden variety for 95 cents a kilo.
We are experiencing winter rains for the second day running.
These are not the torrential cloudbursts we got in Singapore. They were usually preceded by a loud thunderclap or two.
The Auckland version is a cold grey drizzle which comes in recurring flurries. By comparison, Singapore has been hit once again by flash floods which has submerged cars much to the chagrin of the condo oweners and insurance companies - see Jeremy Chan's photo in the Straits Times(right).
While I prefer warm rain to cold the latter can be a plus. The climate in New Zealand is not so conducive to tropical diseases, such as dengue.
The Straits Times reports that there has been a sharp spike in the number of dengue cases over the past few months.
The nearest I've got to Asia this past fortnight is through the copious consumption of instant noodles; a poor substitute I would readily agree.
We have been buying these pots at various locations and each brings back a memory. Today's lunch will have kim chi noodles as a base with some added vegetables and fresh ham. They remind me of the brief but very pleasant trip I made to Seoul a few months ago.
The weather there was brisk as it is now in Auckland at time of writing.
I found the streets of Seoul to be clean and the city a bustling hub of earnest Koreans going about their business.
Our local supermarket is also bustling and pinched-faced retirees spend their pension money on the tantalising specials.
"Die Frau" served us again today. She is a checkout operator who stands out from the crowd with her ample proportions overflowing the seat beside the till.
I confess that I have not yet got used to the bovine action of her jaw as she nonchalantly chews a large wad of gum, pausing briefly to to dab her finder into the sponge finger bowl as she counts out the change.
The Germanic appearance is largely due to bottle blond locks that are platted of either side of her parting. A brown centre streak breaks the peroxide monotony.
The visible body piercings and tattoos suggests that, as with icebergs, there is more below the waterline than visible above it. A collection of white plastic and faux silver jewellery dangles from her ears and neck but it is her movements that fascinates the most.
She displays the motive delicacy of a bull elephant in musk, casting produce from the counter into the shopping trolley with reckless abandon.
Not that she is unfriendly, far from it.
After we have completed our payment the parting greeting of "You's have a great doy" rings in our ears as we head for the car.
It is 7:30 am and I have just finished a bowl of porridge for breakfast; the oatmeal variety with a dollop of honey stirred in.
This hearty fare sticks to your ribs and is a great starter on a cold winter's morning. As a child we often had this for breakfast but in those days before the advent of dietary heath consciousness a sprinkle of brown sugar and fresh cream would accompany the meal.
I had a friend who lived on a dairy farm a few miles away in the country and whenever I stayed with him we used to get pale gold cream fresh from the dairy which was an even better topping.
Oat porridge is an ancient food and has been found in the stomachs of 5,000 year old Neolithic bog bodies
My first experience with porridge in Singapore occurred in 1982 when I was returning from a week's holiday in Penang and was homeward bound for New Zealand on a 'red eye flight', with a day's stop over in Singapore.
Quite by chance the seat next to me was occupied by a very friendly Brunei business man who, on discovering that I was an art museum director with an interest in Asian art, invited me to join him at an exhibition of contemporary Chinese masters which as staged at the Chinese Chamber of Commerce.
First though would I like to join him for breakfast in town? The answer was of course in the affirmative and so off we went by taxi to the Mandarin Hotel.
Would I like a bowl of porridge for breakfast? Yes of course.
Imagine then my surprise when instead of oatmeal, a bowl of rice gruel was placed before me. The accompaniments of small dried fish, salty duck egg and pickled vegetable we at that time equally foreign but enjoyed the experience nevertheless.
Over the years I have grown to love porridge or to give it its Singapore name, congee or jok. There are various styles but my preference is for the Taiwanese variety. One can have it with braised duck, fish, century egg or shreds of chicken meat.
For the officianado there is even frog porridge which tastes sweeter and is a more delicate meat than chicken. Frogs take three years to grow to a size that is acceptable for the pot whereas chicken takes just three months. It is therefore usually a more expensive variety of porridge. Reportedly a pot with two frogs costs about $Sing 14.
There are online forums dedicated to the relative merits of Teochew porridge stalls which many people prefer to the Taiwanese variety.
According to the experts Teochew Porridge must have the "Mountain and the Sea", in other words the right proportion of water and rice.
"The Teochew Muay connoiseur can tell you immediately if a particular Teochew Muay stall is worth eating at by just eyeing the bowl of porridge. Firstly, what we want to see is the "Swa ga Hai" (Mountain and Sea) which basically means that the porridge is watery but not overly watered down. Secondly, the rice must remain whole and unbroken. The best Teochew Muay places throw away the pot of porridge when the rice breaks."
My favorite condiment is a fermented bean curd known as 'Chinese cheese' (fuyu) which is pungent and gives the rice a bite. It is not to most westerner's taste but that has never stopped me.
Porridge of both western and Chinese varieties are very good for those in their dotage so it will no doubt remain a staple in the years to come!
In the winter the home captures and retains any passive solar energy and in summer (which I hope will come sooner rather than later) the house remains cooler.
Mind you, one can go overboard trying to be 'green' with solar heating. I am reminded of the the man who has proudly constructed a soda can solar heater. To do so he needed 100 soda cans which he then proceeded to paint black. I suspect that he has now contracted diabetes as a result of the over consumption of soda. At least he will be a few degree warmer in his garage as he contemplates his future health.
Last night I watched my first rugby match for four years on local television. The All Blacks thrashed the South African Springboks. I seem to be reverting to type very quickly.
We have been making up for time dining on crunchy New Zealand apples, fresh camembert, soy and linseed bread and bags of chippies (the bad stuff!) all at ridiculously cheap prices.
Tonight I intend opening a bottle of Australian Cabernet Merlot to celebrate our fifth day back - any excuse for a sip or two! Somehow drinking red wine in the heat of the tropics was not quite the same.
'Economy rice withdrawal' is an affliction that I am fast developing. NZ produce is all well and good but I am missing my Malay curries already.
I loved Singapore and made a number of good friends amongst the locals and they will remain friends forever.
But I have also been lucky with close friends from my AUT days who have made us feel most welcome upon our return.
There also some interesting job opportunities on the horizon so we shall wait and see what transpires.
Day three back in NZ and feeling rather jaded but satisfied with progress to date. We have found rental accommodation at a reasonable weekly rate and we shift into the units on Friday.
It is in Bucklands Beach which as the name suggests is a beach suburb in South Auckland. Not that we are likely to staying there for long as fortuitously we have also found some brand new two bedroom properties in a mews development which look most attractive and are in our price range.
We will decide on the morrow whether we wish to make the purchase or not.
At time of writing we are still existing in a small motel unit in Botany Downs trying to dry clothes with the heavy, wintry rains blowing outside.
Our next major purchase is a car and today we test drove a Peugot 207 but were not completely convinced. Tomorrow we hope to try out a Volkswagen Polo 6 if one is available.
An umbrella, some warm fleece trousers and a 2,400 watt heater were the first three items we purchased upon touch down in New Zealand today.
The temperature in Auckland as I type is a wet and blustery 11 degrees with promise that the mercury will drop still further. Oh for the warmth of my 'adopted city' Singapore.
We had an inauspicious start at the Avis counter at Auckland airport when a rather bombastic Indian manager refused to release our pre-booked vehicle to us as we did not have a credit card.
The fact that Avis had accepted our booking and reconfirmed it with out needing credit card numbers cut no ice with him. Our plan was to pay cash for the rental in advance, as other companies are quite willing to accept this transaction process.
The reason we do not have credit cards at the moment is that we cleared our accounts and cut up our Singapore cards before we left and it will not be until tomorrow when we visit our local bank that we can arrange for an NZ Visa card.
Finally in desperation we rang a friend and got them to provide their credit card details to Avis; only then could we take the car and make our way tot eh Botany Motor Inn in Dannemora, South Auckland where we are no domiciled.
Another friend paid a us lightening visit to welcome us and left us two packets of nuts to much upon. A good choice of vittles!
Tonight's supper will be a fresh NZ Camembert cheese, pumpkin soup and soy and linseed toast. I shall be resplendent in my Chinese fleece pajamas that I bought in Singapore's Chinatown. This is the first time that in nearly forty years that I have worn trousers with fly buttons and my manual dexterity is not what it once was!
The remaining challenges include finding a place to live, buying a car and coming to grips with the difference in time zones.