A quiet night in, processing photos, listening to Australian radio and wondering what to do. Ignore the big questions, just look at the Ella’s pretty flowers.

Finally arrived in Singapore, settled in the freezing air-conditioning of my bordello style hostel room - checking my email while reclining next to my in-room shower cubicle. Stylish.

Wandering alone in a foreign city, mapless, for the first time ever. But I don’t feel alone, because of all the eyes on me. Perusing the hawker centre, old people who can’t look away, shocked when I flash them a smile.

My chicken rice dinner was simple but delicious. nothing superfluous on the plate, tender chicken atop the crunchiest driest cucumbers with a mini mountain of coriander. Soup, chicken rice rice with chilli  and ginger sauces. Nothing better, believe that.

What an amazing evening. Cooking for 30 strangers. Everyone made friends and it was ever-so well received. Though really the intense high of the first dinner was missing, replaced with a happy mellow, like heroin.

Can I believe it?

Isn’t she pretty?