In my defense there’s something about going from Brooks Brothers 5.5 days a week to no BB ever (ever!!) again that sends the pendulum way over yonder - and I suspect it ain’t got all the way over just yet. Just wait till you retire.
Besides, you’d think a guy’d get a minute of full maudlin here without fashion commentary. I was almost homeless, after all. Sheesh.
So anyway back to my ordeal. I took a taxi to my hotel, and soon learned that if nobody else knew English in Singapore (turned out almost everybody in Singapore speaks English), my driver certainly did. A born yakker, my driver. (He was actually very helpful, explaining the how-to’s of hawker stalls and pointing out the best as we passed.)
Booked the next night, Thursday night, too (at US$89, grrr) just to gain some breathing space.
The next morning I reconnoitered and learned there was a 7-11 just down the river, on my side. Bought an ezlink card, Singapore’s version of Taiwan’s you-you card (debit card, pay bills, buy public transport tickets, etc.).
Late in the morning I hopped the hotel’s shuttle to convert some US$ and NTD to Singapore dollars at Chinatown Point mall. The mall was packed, wall to wall with very few people wearing masks and seemingly zero thoughts given to social distancing. I estimate something like one in ten wore masks, and Chinatown was swarming with people. That weekend most Singaporeans did not seem bothered at all by the burgeoning pandemic.
Waiting on the bus back I learned that the post on my leather flip-flops, not having been worn all winter, had dried and thus gouged out a dime-sized chunk of skin between the great and next toes on my right foot. Great, I’m thinking. Fantastic. What’s next, the plague? Hobbled back into Chinatown Point, found a Watsons, and bought some band-aids (plasters).
Turns out that Airbnb works in Singapore, too. I lucked into a air-conditioned flat in Chinatown (with laundry/dryer-in-one-machine included) and rented for Friday, March 20 through Saturday, March 28 since I had absolutely no idea how long I’d be in Singapore.
I remembered that I’d seen a tiny Decathlon store in the mall that would take delivery of any Decathlon item I bought online. Picked up a pair of terrific Kasenji running shoes for the obscenely low price of US$8 (yes, eight dollars), some tees, socks, and underwear, and on Saturday hobbled over to pick them up. Bought a small amount of groceries, disposable shavers, soap, laundry detergent, etc.
Quick aside. Turned out the Airbnb place was located directly over, of all places, a brew pub. It also turned out that there were dozens of young Antipodians, Europeans, and Asians who obviously didn’t give a rat’s patoot about cv19, who loved the pub, and who happily partied into the wee hours, making a helluva racket while falling down or wrestling on the street outside. Ah, youth.
On Saturday, March 21, I came back from the mall and learned that the US State Department had advised all US citizens to hightail it home. Embassy staff all over the world were flooding back to the States, and State warned that if any US citizens found themselves stranded outside the US then they were not likely to receive help due to the hollowing out of embassies around the world.
Thinking that I better git while the gittin’ was good, I booked a return ticket via EVA Air to Austin, departing on Monday, March 23, and arriving the same day (I ate the cost of the unused Airbnb in Singapore) in Austin, TX. Booked an Airbnb in Austin’s Clarksville neighborhood while in Singapore.
Hopped the MRT to Singapore Changi airport on Monday morning, bound for Austin with a 4hr layover at, of all places, TPE. Converted NT$25k to USD in TPE, ate a big steaming bowl of beef noodle soup, and wondered if/when I’d ever be able to do that again.