"Do you know what DHL means?" asks the cab driver in a strong Philippine accent. I search my jet-lagged expat memory and am forced to admit that I don't.
"Don't hurry la!" he says glancing at me in the rear view mirror as I burst into laughter and immediately take a liking to Singapore.
"Don't hurry la..." I repeat back to myself as I settle into the faux-leather back seat of the cab and watch the city unwinding before me. The "la" I learned from my cram school students (who are no longer mine) and bears a vague resemblance to the American "duh" but with a much sharper and witty edge to it.
|Meal on banana leaves|
But it's not time yet. There is still a beautiful skyline to see, mysterious food served on banana leaves to sample, a Japanese student trapped out of Japan en route back to Australia to drink with, a middle-aged Chinese lawyer to bunk with, and no less than four American teachers from Taiwan asking why I'm making this visa run, yet to discover in this place. And last, but far from least, a three-foot dragon (before the tail) lurking in the grass only two blocks from my bed.
*image unavailable due to taxi speed, late night disorientation, and general unexpected nature of photo opportunity