Singapore Suitcases: Weeks 44, 45 & 46 (Abridged) - Of volatile itineraries, overflowing plates & the beginning-of-the-end of this phase!

(Note: Life has taken over and Singapore suitcase-ing has officially had to take a back seat. Yet, I feel this sense of responsibility to deliver, now that I've been receiving personal notes, emails and verbal requests to keep them flowing. Not only am I humbled with the popularity that these Suitcases have generated over the past 45 odd weeks, but also I am immensely thankful to each and everyone of you, who has read them, been a part of them and most importantly continue to pester me to keep churning them out. I really want to keep these afloat, despite the time crunch I sense offlate, especially over the next few weeks, until we bid goodbye to Singapore. 
I anticipate the last Singapore Suitcase to be out, the week ending October 19th, as that is our official deadline in this city-state. 
For now the best I can do is write as much as possible in as little as possible. Thus pardon me for an abridged version of Weeks 44 through 46. 
I hope you will still enjoy these (relatively) compact carry-on versions :) 

1. These were to be Breather Weeks - Remember the kinds where you stay local, enjoy your weekends in town doing nothing and prepare for the travel coming up in the few weeks from now? Simply put, after three consecutive weekends of travel, the next few days were to be spent in town, striking off things to do from the local bucket-list.
But of course, that was not to be! As volatile as our lives have become this year - news arrived on Friday, that Hubster and his team had to ship themselves off to NYC, within less than 24 hours, for yet another 'last-minute' client negotiation.
A vacation plan postponement that took place a few weeks ago and now this - him taking off to NYC for two weeks at a moment's notice! All of which was still alright - except that it meant that the toddler and I, would have to fly to London by ourselves, at the end of those two weeks! Now, it's no secret how I've avoided travelling alone with the little one, like the plague this far, except for the one time she and I flew to India (a short flight that one, hence relatively manageable). This flight to London was going to be 13 hours long. All I could hope for to work in my favour was that thankfully this was going to be a red-eye, which meant she would hopefully sleep through the flight, almost entirely.
I applied my 'skip-the-jet-lag' theory on her, as part of which I kept her up late on the nights leading to the flight. What helped was that, I had friends coming over both nights anyway. Moving out her bedtime on both nights worked as on the night of the flight - she crashed at 1:15 am, which was just when the flight was taking off. Thus she ended up getting her full nights sleep on the plane and was happily awake when we landed - at 7:30 am London time. My theory worked like magic and there was no sight of jet-lag for the next week that we were in the UK for. Needless to say, a jet-lag free toddler is a happy monster and a jet-lag free toddler's mother, an even happier monster-manager, so we were sorted!

2. Back to Week 44, (the week when Hubster took off abruptly for NYC) - which was otherwise, coming along just as it should have - relaxed and casual, suddenly became serious on the Friday evening. Hubster's team and their families, who intended to go sailing aboard a gorgeous rented yacht that weekend, instead ended up spending all the time that they could with their families, since they would be gone for two weeks.

In our case, both Hubster and I are used to these intermittent long travel trips, although I must confess that - this will be his longest absence from home in about a year now. Just when a consultant's wife starts to think all the travel is perhaps done with, new itineraries such as these pop up! And though this will not be the first time that the little one and her Papa were going to stay away for, (Their longest has been a month apart in the past but it was when she was only a few months old. Yet you could tell how much she missed him when he walked through the door that fine crisp Saturday morning, in September last year).

This time around we are pretty sure she'll wonder where he's disappeared. So we sat her down to talk to her about it. She seemed to understand and nodded, even happily bidding him good-bye as he took the elevator with his suitcases, yelling out "Papa, I ll see you in London." Clearly that inbuilt 'defence mechanism' in her, that I wrote about in one of my previous logs, was at work again. The one where she copes with absence in a very adult-like, mature manner. Something from her little self that I know, I can surely learn from!

3. The next couple of weeks seemed to fly by, now that I had to take care of a lot of stuff, as Hubster was gone. More research and back-and-forth with Mumbai realtors, preschool-staff, planning future itineraries and co-ordinating with friends who were organising the little one's belated birthday celebrations in the two cities, kept my plate quite full. The little one occasionally tugged at my heart strings when she would stop near the elevator and say out loud "Papa is coming". Perhaps she's going to say she does miss him, I hoped when I asked her the question - "Do you want to see Papa, Zoe? Do you miss Papa?" "No" came the answer in return, almost every single time, as she left me sighing away, wondering what it is, that is really going on inside her mysterious little self. Overall, she takes absence well, hardly ever asking about the 'absent parent' or barely rushing to talk to him/ see him on Skype, when he calls. But I do know that she'll be elated when she sees him after a few days at Heathrow. That is one reunion, I am looking forward to the most in the near future!

4. Reuniting in Europe has become our thing. When Hubster and I lived apart - he in NYC and I in Mumbai for a few months, we met in Europe after 10 weeks of having seen each other. This time too, we were going to meet at our fave mid-point continent, after a 4 week separation.
Some continents are just made for reunions!

5. New itineraries are being charted in honour of the big 3-5 coming up in my life! The bestie initiated this plan, as she decided to tag along with her hubby to a conference in Adelaide in early October.
The big plan is to meet in Australia with both families, during the week following my big day. And the cherry on the cake is that she has a 12 hour layover in Singapore, enroute to Adelaide, which means she gets to come visit us for half a Sunday in September. I was over the moon when I heard this news and have happily gone ahead and planned the 12 hours to the Tee!
If there's one thing that Singapore has given me that NYC didn't, it is the opportunity to host three of my closest friends in this city. I always thought NYC is the centre of the world, when it comes to people visiting or criss-crossing. But funnily enough, it's almost like Singapore is not far from being a focal point too, when it comes to visitors. In just 10 months, I've hosted so many friends/ family here and of course with the Bestie visiting in September, I would have finally hosted all three of my closest school buds here, something I can't say about having done in the 10 years of living in NYC for sure. Small pleasures!

6. Since Hubster flew out to NYC, I had a spare ticket in hand for Comme Un Chef - a light french comedy that I'd been meaning to see for a while, that was playing at the Alliance Francaise. I asked the neighbour to join and she sportingly came along. The movie is a definite fun-watch for foodies & film-buffs alike and rarely is there a moment when the audience is not laughing. So go watch!
Watching foreign-language short films is my favourite past-time. I can spend endless afternoons watching shorts back to back and emerge feeling strangely rejuvenated. Cinema is my favourite story-telling medium and subtitled cinema (or that which is shot in a language that I don't understand) is a boon for short-film afficionados like me. Whoever invented subtitles, opened up the whole world for us, for sure!

7. The Bestie's ex-flatmate from grad days in Oregon, has moved to Singapore from Korea and is put up literally across the street from where we live. So naturally, we have had the chance to hang out and the little one has happily made yet another new friend. It is ironic how when we are on our way out of this city-state, the network here is seeming to grow wider. I think I now get, why most people give at least two years of their lives to this country - given how outside the city-state one ends up living on account of frequent travel, it makes sense to be here for at least a couple of years to have fully experienced this place.

8. Yet another visitor this week - another bestie from Bombay, who's visiting Singapore again on work, came over for dinner on the night of our flight out to London. As always, she came bearing lovely gifts for the toddler and both of them spent dinner time playing little games with each other, as I checked our bags, one last time, for the flight out to London, in a few hours.

The next couple of weeks will be spent in the UK and then in the US. We are looking forward to many reunions with friends and family (and so many of you, who've been reading and encouraging these suitcase-updates all these months) in both continents, amidst belated birthday picnics for the little one. Of course this means that the next update will be delayed, but try I shall, to pack it off as soon as we get back and before we jump onto our next itinerary. Travel after travel after travel....life is good, but the passport pages are running out....Need to get on that once we are back as well!

Thanks for reading!
Love,
Shweyta

Singapore Suitcases: Week 43 (Part 1) - Of new home-city research, wrapping up the dragon-boating experience & the gorgeous Philippines!

1. The short week and the long weekend are here!
Singapore celebrates it's 48th birthday this week. The daughter's school sent out another memo, asking the kids to be dressed in red-and-white, to honour the colours of the Singaporean flag. Thankfully all the parents did get the memo this time and remembered to send their kids colour-coded, which made for some really nice group photos.
This long weekend also might be our last long-weekend here, since we are all set to move base from Singapore, come mid-October.
Naturally a lot of pre-move activities are being planned - last few trips to be taken, bucket-lists reviewed and passport and visa extensions to be sought (We figure it's easier to get all the visas that we might need in the near future while we are still here, so as to get that out of the way. The home-base may move but the travel needs to stay constant.) 
Among other things, 'expat-realtors' in Mumbai, are being contacted and a solo-trip on my part is on the cards, to figure out apartments and schools in the new home city-to-be. In the meantime, desperate efforts are ongoing to research immigration policies, if it is indeed possible to bring our dear ol' Tita - Janet, with us to Mumbai, when we move. Potential professional opportunities and synergies are being sought with various establishments/ practices to team with, at my end, when I get there. Of course, a lot of that is contingent is upon how soon I fulfill my first responsibility of the move - which is to get the daughter settled down and her life down to a routine. And to top all of the above, there is the usual travel itinerary to plan for this long weekend, so for now it's back to some more travel research.

2. Hubster decided to host a team dinner for his project team at The Disgruntled Chef, mid-week. The food was outstanding and served in what is soon becoming a hot-fave format for most contemporary restaurants - The Tapas/ Small Plate style! I can see how much of a moolah-puller that might be, considering portions are small and prices are still pretty much entree/ main course like.
The evening was fun as talk lingered over the usual - travel, travel and more travel. Hubster's two Brit colleagues were thrilled at hearing about our impending UK trip and couldn't help jump in, to plan our trip for us. The next big team event comes up in a few days from now, when the entire team and their families charter a sailboat and sail off of the coast, for an entire afternoon's worth of cocktails, dinner and conversation. Looking forward to that one!

3. Talk of sailing and I must mention how my dragon-boating stint came to a somewhat end, a few days ago. After having been part of the SAFRA Dragons Team and training with them for over a couple of months now, I realized that I'd eventually have to pick one of the two - Dragon Boating or Frequent Travel.
Naturally, I picked the latter, considering there is so much of it already planned for the near future. Besides, with dragon boating, even if I could make it to the Tues/ Thurs weeknight sessions, it is on Sunday that I'd have to give it a miss. And Sunday is the most important day, considering we take the boat out into the sea for some real-time practice.
So I let the boys know that unfortunately I wouldn't be around for Sunday sessions and hence wasn't sure if continuing to train with them would make sense any more. They were really nice about it and graciously offered to let me train with them as much as possible. Yet, I wouldn't be able to represent them with the rest of the girls for their next big race, coming up in a few weeks. So I bid goodbye and thanked them for the valuable experience and useful lessons. The experience has been incredible; an absolutely amazing assimilation for me. And the team has been superbly supportive, never once letting me feel like I am an "Ang Mo" (Hokkien for 'foreigner' as they are usually referred as here). 
I do however, plan on being part of the cheering squad, encouraging my fellow-boaters, in a few weekends from now, when they compete for the trophy at the Singapore Dragon Boat Festival 2013.
Someday, if and when I live in a city of dragonboaters, I hope to join a team and re-start my learning process with them all over again. Until then, it's a bye for now to the Dragon Boater side of me!

4. We went to The Philippines over the long weekend. Another country, we had been meaning to go visit, and at least experience a small slice of, considering we'd heard a lot about it from other expat-friends who've lived there in the past. And of course, with our dear ol' helper Janet being from there, stories of the land have made their way into our home on a regular basis for the past 10 odd months that she's lived with us.

Unlike the usual touristy itinerary that was often suggested to us - that of visiting the little Filipino island of Boracay for it's pristine beaches, white sands and ultimate relaxation, we thought we'd incorporate a more 'child-friendly' itinerary in the mix.
By a 'child-friendly' itinerary in this case, I mean a place where we could do more than just laze on the beach as that is far from what the toddler's idea of a vacation really is. She seems happier being shuttled from one place to another as against just lying around, doing nothing in one place, for a long time. Can't blame her for that - she's turning out to be just like her mother, in that aspect!

I am, what you can call a 'busy vacationeer' - one who likes to mix it up on her trips and get in a little of everything as against spend the entire trip doing one thing. Monotony bores me easily, even on vacation! Which is why you won't find me planning "all-inclusive" vacations where all people do is laze, swim, eat, drink and sleep (In short, do nothing, according to me). I've always been a rugged traveler - one who loves to embrace the elements at the slightest chance and trudge through forests/ hills/ streams, waterfalls and camp out under the stars, when possible. Thankfully, the little one seems to have jumped right on board with this, herself. Her father - while he might like the 'laze and do nothing' kinda trips, doesn't care much really. As easy as a Sunday morning - Hubster, happily takes whatever he gets handed! His only requirements are that the activities not be too strenuous (which means moderate level hikes with the monkey strapped on his back are OK) and that there be a decent spate of relaxation incorporated within the itinerary - such as a good swim in an infinity pool, gazing away at the horizon when possible (Again, doing nothing, according to me, but oh well! After a tiring hike, that's the least I can live with, I guess). Besides, whether you want it or not, traveling around in Asia does come with its own perks, where one can stretch one's dollar to the maximum. So making promises to the Hubster that can be kept, comes easy!
So yes, our little family of three, usually vacations with an agenda that'd rather keep us more busy than relaxed!
This trip to The Philippines was just like that!

5. We flew in and out of the NAIA International Airport in Manila - mainly as that is the only airport in the country, that issues VOA's (Visas on Arrival) to Indian citizens holding valid UK/US/Singapore etc visas in their passports. Flying into any other airport would have meant applying for a Tourist Visa before hand and having to part with our passports yet again, for a few days - none of which seemed possible, considering we had back-to-back international trips planned, every weekend.

The first thing that hits you when you exit the NAIA airport is how similar the experience, the context, the surroundings and the feel in general is - to that of exiting Mumbai airport. A lot of countries in Asia, albeit called 'Developing' are quite advanced and developed when compared to Mumbai broadly speaking. Their development is manifest in their road manners - wide lanes, disciplined driving, urban cleanliness and controlled traffic. While Manila easily scored above Mumbai on most of the above, it could give Mumbai traffic a run for its money. The NAIA Airport is barely 8 km away from the hotel that we were staying at for the night. Yet, it took us a good 45+ minutes to navigate the traffic, considering we chose to land during the 'rush hour'. Hubster and I exchanged meaningful glances, telepathically conveying to each other that we better get used to this, given that we'd be soon spending a big chunk of our lives sitting in traffic, in Mumbai!

6. In Manila, we stayed at the St. Giles Classic Hotel in Makati.
Makati is the cultural and financial hub of Manila and since we were in Manila only for a night and half-a-day, we thought we'd base ourselves out of here. Located in the heart of Makati, the hotel serves as a pleasant 'stop-over' base, but their rooms were tiny - the size of an average Manhattan studio apartment. (Again 'tiny' is relative especially in Asia where most hotel rooms, even in busy metropolis' are more spacious than their urban-American counterparts, for example). The hotel did accommodate our last minute request and got us a HUGE baby cot for the night, thereby ensuring we had little room to tread around, quite literally. Their buffet-breakfast barely impressed us much (We had opted for it, given the convenience. Bad idea, that one. We should have just eaten outside at one of the many nice cafes that we discovered later). But dinner at the neighbouring Filipino joint, was a great experience. So while we wouldn't recommend the hotel to anyone for a long stay, we would be lying if we said that it doesn't work very well - location-wise for 'one-night stayers' like us.

7. We had been told that there isn't really much to see or do in Manila - something we discovered ourselves, when within a couple of hours, we had seen the Ayala Triangle Gardens, it's three historic monuments (Gabriel Silang, Ninoy Aquino & Sultan Kudarat) and attended half a Sunday mass service ongoing at the Green Belt Chapel nearby.
I really wanted to go visit the Navotas Municipal Cemetery to see the fantastic spatial duality of the living and the dead. Here, I had read, urban dwellers make their homes atop public cemeteries, converting abandoned tombs and mausoleums into houses (Here are some pictures). But it was a good 25 km away from our hotel and we were strapped for time, so I had to give it a miss. Oh well, there's always the next time!

8. We flew to Tagbilaran City in the island of Bohol, which is to the South-east of The Philippines. Here, we drove up to our home for the next couple of days - The Peacock Garden - a luxury boutique resort and spa, that easily qualifies as one of our best hotel-stays ever!

Not only in terms of the large, beautifully designed and scenic property, it's multiple pools overlooking lush forests below that stretched out to the deep blue Bohol sea ahead, the wildlife (peacocks, peahens especially) within the resort, the delicious meals but most importantly the ever-willing, diligent staff and their absolutely friendly temperament has got us asking for more! Add to that a "free babysitting" service and "free limo pick-ups/ drop-off to/ from the airport" (Both chargeable services even in the best of Asian hotels) which made us smile from ear to ear.

We spent a big part of our first evening in the pool, taking in the vast expanse of the wilderness perched atop the forest. A solitary house in the woods, with smoke emerging from it's chimney served as the perfect catalyst in helping me churn up a make-belief tale to tell the little one as both of us peered down at it below, kicking and splashing in the pool all evening long. With just 34 rooms to offer, each with their individual marvelous forest and ocean views, it was not surprising that we were the lone users of the pool. The place provided for the perfect privacy one might seek, if at all - a sharp contrast from some other hotels with excessively crowded pools. Only one other soul - a lifeguard/ hotel staff lingered around, happily willing to be our own private wait-staff for the evening.

Stay tuned for the rest of the trip, which unfolds in Part deux of this week's log! Happy Reading!
Love,
Shweyta

Singapore Suitcases: Week 42 - Of 3 generations of the 'Amitabh' fan-frenzy, never-ending tea-estate landscapes & our third time in Malaysia!

1. My son-from-another-mother turned three this week, in San Diego!
As part of what soon became a customary tradition, I have been sending him his birthday outfit, each year! It's my own way of being a part of his big day, without being physically present. Perhaps one day I might end up delivering the outfit in person to him!
This year too, he wore the pants and the shirt that I sent over from Singapore. And I was all smiles when the Bestie (his mom and my sister-from-another-mother) gushed over the phone that he looked just like 'Amitabh Bachchan' - our common shared idol (hers and mine), the hero-of-all-heroes as we've thought of him ever since we remember! Of course, a big foundation of this adulation lies in our upbringing, on behalf of both our mothers - also big Bachchan fans in their own right. And now the two of us, the bestie and I, are unabashedly passing this craze on to our respective children.
For instance, the little one at home, chants the lines of "My name is Anthony Gonsalves..." as clearly as she does any other poem/ song taught to her in school, making me a very proud Mommy!
Here's wishing our dearest little jungle-boy Akash aka Mowgli a Very Very Happy Birthday and a wonderful year ahead, filled with a lot of cheer, madness and new tricks! Can't wait to see him in a few months!

2. In true Singaporean fashion, of NOT being able to meet-up with friends easily enough, due to ever-colliding travel-schedules, a friend and I have successfully failed to meet, ever since I have moved here - which was in October 2012!
To date, we've made countless dates - to grab drinks or even just see each other briefly when in the same neighbourhood at some point. All our attempts have failed! Of course a big part of this is due to the fact that he (the friend) lives between Jakarta and Singapore and when he is in town, I am often out travelling myself.
Another classic Singaporean expat trait, this one - always calls for making plans weeks in advance with friends, based on mutual travel schedules, since everyone travels around a lot. And God forbid, you have to cancel a pre-set date, last minute! The next-available date that you both will be in town, will easily be at least a couple of months away or after your fellow-expat friend has moved out of the city-state altogether. Something I believe may happen in the case of my friend and myself, if we don't set a date and stick to it, in the last few weeks that I have left here.

3. We took off to Malaysia - yet again - this weekend. This was our third trip to the country, thus making Malaysia our most-oft visited Asian-Pacific country! This time we were going up in terms of altitude - about 1500 metres above sea-level, to a popular hill resort called the Cameron Highlands.
Located on the Titiwangsa range, the Cameron Highlands is the smallest region in the Pahang district of West Malaysia (The part of the country that is connected to Singapore by road or rail, unlike our last weekend's destination Kuching, which is disconnected being in East Malaysia).
Once a popular British hill-station during colonial times, the Cameron Highlands were frequented by British officers posted in SE Asia. It has managed to still retain that quaint charm of an English village, inspite of massive development in the last decade or so.

We were staying at a charming old Tudor-style colonial hotel called The Lakehouse in the Cameron Highlands. Situated on a beautiful sprawling property, The Lakehouse is a comfortable retreat if one wants to soak into the charms of what life might have been, in this Brit hill-station of yester-years. Wait-staff dressed in butler-and-maid costumes, tended to the needs of all the guests over an especially fresh, hand-picked assortment of produce, from the hotels own vegetable/ fruit and spice garden, that was only one small aspect of a large breakfast spread each morning. Considering we've spent a lot of weekends this past year, at a variety of breakfast spreads all over, this one did stand out in terms of the home-grown freshness of its ingredients. In true hill-station fashion, we sat devouring our goodies, to a magnificent vista of sprawling tea estates in the background.

4. The Cameron Highlands are a relatively small region, linearly stretching North to South. One approaches this region (by train or road from Kuala Lumpur) through the Ringlet road, after a breath-taking one hour long drive through a beautiful rain-forest. As one drives all along to the northern end of the region, one encounters sprawling tea-plantations and estates that alternate with vegetable farms, strawberry fields, natural waterfalls, butterfly farms, flower markets, cactus farms and lavender fields, with more tea estates capping off the region's northern border. A total sensory stimulation overload of the best possible kind, if you ask me!

The drive through the meandering road, from the South to the North, is absolutely refreshing and a treat for all the senses, as one constantly meanders in and out of the rainforest. Vistas of regulated green tea leaves that sit soldier-like on manicured landscapes, give way to endless haphazard yet ordered fields of lavender and peonias that bring forth a vibrant colour-palette, most pleasing to the eye. The many strawberry farms dotted all along the route, lend themselves to fun, family-friendly, strawberry-picking experiences (Our first time ever) and rose and flower gardens also found along the way, proudly show-off the largest-ever blossoms that one may have seen to-date (Before this trip, it was in Alaska where we had last seen such huge flowers/ vegetables, on account of the highly fertile soil there). 

Our itinerary for the entire weekend entailed farm and field hopping, sampling fresh produce/ wares and some yummy culinary delights as we went along.
This was a trip of many firsts, for all three of us -
- the first time we went strawberry picking, much to the delight of the toddler who loved 'snipping' the strawberries off the vines, into her little basket;
- our first bee-farm and butterfly farm visits - again fun experiences for the little one, who chased butterflies all over and almost did the same with the bees, much to our alarm;
- our debut trip to fields of lavender, where we made many a photographic memory and then indulged in the BEST EVER lavender scones to be washed down with more goodness in the name of lavender tea and
- our first visit ever, to a tea-estate and a tea-factory, where we got to pick a few tea-leaves, sample and (shop) some soulful concoctions. Safe to say that the 'tea-rack' in my larder is now bursting with Cameron Highland goodness, of all kinds!

5. Asia, as is known to most, is renowned for it's night markets - something that I have mentioned many a times, in my previous suitcase-updates as well. The Cameron Highlands were no different. And with their fresh-off-the-farm goodness, one can see a range of farmer's markets here, especially on weekends, with an array of fruits and vegetables for sale. The sucker that I am for farmer's markets, I almost bought the next week's worth of groceries there but then decided against it, considering it would be a task to carry them back on-flight. In Singapore, farmer's markets are naturally rare to come by, since nothing is really grown here.
Most Asian street markets also come with a parallel food-market in tow - where one can sample off of the streets, delicacies that are inherent of the region. As we went snacking from one stall to another, dinner on our last night on the trip was an assorted melee of sorts - one which included deep-fried foods like breaded plants, mushroom balls, spicy chicken with rice, locally-sourced honey served in sticks (that the daughter could not have enough of) Assam Laksa & the finest Char Keow Teow (Noodles with a variety of vegetables and egg served with spicy sambal on the side). No wonder then we've returned to Malaysia thrice in a row already - the food more than anything pulls us back!

6. Our hotel had a small Jungle trail - that set off as an offshoot of a larger trail in the rain-forest wilderness. On our last morning there, we decided to take this trek with the local forest ranger - who could may as well have emerged straight out of a Southie film, what with his large gumboots, large jet-black moustache and a HUGE sickle that he said he brought along, in case we encounter wild boars, panthers or troublesome monkeys en-route.
Oh well! Not to be hampered by this, the three of us armed with our own hiking-sticks made way, trudging and stamping over twigs/ shoots/ leaves, on the trail, to explore the inner offerings of the rainforest. The toddler was a sport, for the most part, considering she did not insist on being carried at all. However, half-way through the trek, as we walked smelling wild-ginger plants, wild banana trees (producing inedible bananas. Who knew there was such a thing?) identifying carnivorous tube-flowers and dodging massive spider-webs, we came upon a steep climb that was wet and slippery, on account of the morning rain. So unfortunately, we had to turn around and give up the trek half-way through. Hopefully someday if we return, we'll have the chance to pick it back up, from where we left off this time!

The drop in temperatures, the high altitude, the olfactory and visual overload of vistas and colours, not to mention the delightful element of taste, simplicity and the savouriness that came in every meal that was had on the trip, all added up to make the Cameron Highlands the highlight and a perfect ending to our three-part series of Malaysian vacations.
From wandering through lavender fields to trekking through rain-forests, from watching orangutans at breakfast to being awestruck at seeing the world's largest flower, from bohemian murals on the banks of the Melaka river to plucking tea leaves atop the highlands, we can safely say that this is perhaps the only country, of the dozen or so that we have travelled to in the recent past, where we may have done some justice, in terms of the time spent there. Yet, if you ask me, we've only barely scratched the Malaysian surface, so to speak! There is so much more to see, to do, to experience and to savour!
With this trip, our three-part series of Malaysian trips ends. We do not know when we will get a chance to return to this fantastic nation again, but until then we wish it well! And hope that we'll see it again, some time soon!

The following week is a short one, as Singapore's National Day comes up on August 8th, thus making it into a 4-day weekend. This long weekend sees us taking off to yet another new land, so stay tuned!

Love,
Shweyta

Singapore Suitcases: Week 41 - Of racial harmony, magnificent Malaysian Rain-forests & the World's largest flower!

1. July 21st, is celebrated as Racial Harmony day in Singapore. The toddler's school sent out a memo stating she needs to be dressed in traditional attire, befitting the 'race' she belongs to. 
The overall intention was to propagate racial co-existence among the kids. Although this did bring up the highly complicated question as to "What really is the daughter's tradition?", given her parents do little or practically nothing to stick to theirs and her being a TCK (third culture kid) doesn't help simplify things either. Yet, it was easier to give these complications a miss. After all Singapore does serve as a great platform to uphold racial harmony, given the daily inter-racial amalgamation opportunities one is faced with here!

The daughter being the only student to fit within the pure 'Of Indian/ SE Asian descent' category in her class, went dressed in the rather stylishly designed 'parkar-polka', (The Maharashtrian equivalent of the chaniya-choli), that had been sent by her Maharashtrian grandma (The M-I-L) from Mumbai, over two years ago. 
This is the last of her Indian traditional entourage that still fits her (Thank the tailor who intelligently stitched it to accommodate a broad range of baby-sizes, although the skirt has happily gone from being full-length to knee-length).
So off to school she went, wearing a scandalously revealing backless-string blouse and the matching skirt, much to the amusement of passers-by enroute. From what I heard and later saw in the pictures sent by the school, her only other classmates, who came traditionally dressed were her Chinese-Singaporean friend Daphne and the adorable l'ill French boy Machalo, while the British & Aussie children just wore their school uniforms. It is unfortunate that there is always at least that one parent who doesn't get the memo/ gets the memo but forgets about it, on these fun school-celebrations, thus responsible for the 'spoilers' in what could have made great photographic memories. 

2. The weekend was spent yet again in Malaysia. We were visiting the country for the second time, having been to Melaka, in West Malaysia, (just North of the border across Singapore), a few weeks ago. Since our Europe/ US travel plans got moved out to late August/ early September, we figured we'd put our weekends to good use and go discover other parts of Asia.

This weekend we went to Kuching - the capital of the Sarawak region of Malaysia, situated on the island of Borneo and on the banks of the Sarawak river. It was originally part of the Sultanate of Brunei before it became a British Colony. Being located in East Malaysia means it is not connected by land to Singapore, unlike Melaka or KL. 

The city gets its name from the Malay word - 'Kucing' literally meaning 'cat'. Among various cultural museums, including a cat museum, Kuching also has an Orangutan-sighting experience in their natural habitat reserves, lush rainforests all around to trek through, the lovely quaint Sarawak river to cruise along or cross the banks of, in order to savour the much-talked-about cake - the Kek Lapis Sarawak and a national park nearby, which is home to the World's largest flower - The Rafflesia.
That in a nutshell, was our weekend itinerary there.

3. Kuching serves as a great weekend retreat from Singapore. Not a very avid tourist spot this one, it largely garners the attention of nature-loving explorers. Unlike the touristy Melaka, which attracts local Malaysian and all other tourists alike on account of being a more urban, UN World Heritage site, Kuching can be found frequented by fewer locals.

The Orangutan feeding at the Semenggoh Wildlife Centre, excites adults and children alike. Small groups of 20-25 visitors are instructed to "hush" while walking through a forest-path to reach the main Orangutan feeding area, where forest-rangers simulate Tarzan-like wild-calls to invite the orangutans to breakfast. The reserve forest can only be visited at 9 am or 3 pm, i.e at the feeding times for the orangutans. Depending on their mood, the orangutans emerge out of nowhere (or not), to grab their bunch of bananas for breakfast. A sighting is not guaranteed, but if one does get to experience it, provides for much thrill and excitement among the crowds. Seeing the orangutans jump, climb, slide down ropes and navigate their way down trees, one branch at a time all the way to the feeding area, to pick up their bananas for breakfast can take a good 20 to 30 minutes. If your group consists of children (or annoying grown-ups) who can't stay hushed up for that long, be prepared to wait longer, since the orangutans may not necessarily oblige with noise around them. Seems like they've been taught well - to eat their meals in complete silence!

The toddler enjoyed this experience, from what we could tell, although she seemed puzzled when the baby orangutan threw his banana-peels all over the place - an act that seemed to defy what she's been taught all along. (She can be a cleanliness-freak at times; mostly a good thing, but comes back to bite me, when we're getting down and dirty with nature-trekking) It was funny when she gushed in horror "Mamma, Mamma Look! Monkey throwing bananas everywhere"
Oh Dear! Seems like we're going to have to teach her the difference soon!

4. Trekking through the rainforest to discover the World's largest flower, in the Gunung Gading National Park is an unforgettable experience. Our guide on the forest-trek was excellent, as she went along taking several stops enroute, to educate us about the natives of the rain-forest. Among them were insects and trees (Yes, even trees) that emanate a fluorescent radiance around them, as a defense mechanism. She mentioned a night-trek through the forest is magical, just for this experience. Apparently one can go torch-less around these trees - that is how bright the light is, that they emit, upon being touched. And you thought that happened only in the movie Avatar! The forest was beautiful - full of lizards and chameleons and parasitic plants, flowers and larger-than-life leaves, trees, roots, creepers and trunks. 

The Rafflesia is the World's largest flower, a parasitic flowering plant, that is found in the rain forests of SE Asia. It grows upto 3-1/2 to 4 feet in diameter and weighs in a healthy 10 kgs. The life-cycle of an endemic Rafflesia flower, found in Sarawak, Malaysia, is hardly a week-long, within which it blooms, emits a foul, rotten meat-like, odour to attract flies and other insects for pollination and dies a quick charred death, that makes it look burnt and black, eventually.
Protected by the government, this species of flower is vulnerable to deforestation and abuse by some locals, who use it's bud as traditional medicine to help women recover after child-birth. The plant is given a "Totally protected plant" status in Sarawak, which means even an act as simple as touching the flower, let alone plucking/ harming it, comes tagged with a huge monetary fine and is considered against the law. 
To give you a good idea of how large the flower can be, here are a few fabulous pictures I came across, while doing a simple google search. And all those people in those pictures touching the flower, well, not a really good thing to do, you know! The humongous flower is indeed the most beautiful one I have ever seen, to date! 
To quote our forest-ranger guide, "The flower is bigger than your daughter" Yup, no wonder then, she didn't take to it as excitedly as we did, possibly wondering if it was going to eat her up! 

5. Malaysia has acres and acres of thick rain-forest adventures to offer and this trip was our first opportunity at trekking through some of that wilderness. While the toddler seems excited at the prospect of running in the wild, jumping and frolicking her way through fallen leaves, dead wildflowers, scurrying lizards and her balancing acts on loosely strung bridges over brooks, she is still far from being the complete happy-camper that I am hoping she will be, someday. Her innate sense of extreme cleanliness and order in everything around her (I wonder where she gets that from....Ahem!!) works against her enjoying the random vagrancies in nature, I think. She alternates between choosing to gush "Yuchh!!" (Her way of saying "Yuck") on being shown a dead Rafflesia flower for instance, which does appear quite unsightly honestly - black and burnt in appearance, but won't think twice before picking up stray, dead leaves off of the ground to caress her face with, a la diva-style or chasing a chameleon for that matter. 
A first-time rainforest trekker on this trip, she traversed most of the forest path on foot, other than the times when she made the occasional "Mamma/ Papa, pick-up" requests, to ride on our shoulders or arms. Perhaps its time to start planning the camping trip with her soon?

Clearly, the Rain-forest has got to be one of nature's most magnanimous creations; with everything sized XXXL and magnified a gazillion times more than one can ever imagine it to be. To see nature on natural steroids,  is an unbeatable high! The Malaysian Rain-forest is my third or fourth encounter with a rain-forest, yet it will always be a memorable one as it was my daughters initiation into her first. Someday perhaps, when she's old enough to know the difference between an Orangutan throwing banana peels around in his natural habitat and us humans 'littering' around doing the same, is when I hope to re-visit the Sarawak region again, with her!

On that rather hopeful note, I sign off this week's update. Next weekend sees us back again in Malaysia, for a hat-trick, this time to explore yet another facet of this dynamic Asian nation!
Thanks for reading & virtually travelling with me!
Love,
Shweyta

Singapore Suitcases: Week 40 - Of new neighbours, bitter-sweet expat emotions & 'garma garam pooris'!

1. We have new neighbours! Two sets of them actually. It's funny how we learnt of them.
We live in a condominium building where every apartment has it's own exclusive elevator. Naturally this means there is very little interaction between next-door neighbours.

Indeed having your own private elevator that opens into your own private lobby is definitely a lavish, practical perk, as it literally helps cut down the 'door-to-door' distance math. But having your own private elevator, makes you a recluse! It takes away from a prime 'social' attribute of high-density living design - that of perpetuating daily interaction among it's residents, who dwell on the same floor!
There is a rare opportunity to come face-to-face here, between neighbours, since all of us rarely use our 'other' doors, (termed appropriately in the building as the 'yard doors'). These 'yard doors' end up getting used only for ancillary functions - such as to access the common trash chute and take the 'common' elevator in the rare event of a 'private' one that is rendered non-operational due to maintenance/ servicing.

The neighbours that you do end up seeing, are those who live in the same 'vertical' line as you - and thus share your so-called 'private' elevator. When an elevator stops enroute, is also the time, one gets to take a sneak peak into others homes and thank ones own "design-sensitivity". That one was conscious enough to deliberately NOT have ones shoe rack placed, bang in front of the elevator door, thus ensuring for a pleasant sight (one that is NOT full of shoes strewn around) for the once-in-a-blue-moon-neighbour who happens to share your elevator-space sometimes.

Given this 'island-ified' setting of our apartment here, I still managed to befriend two of our next door neighbours - both new tenants in the building. One is a family from Cambodia with the most gorgeous little toddler ever, who was playing outside our 'yard' door one morning. On hearing a baby coo, the nanny and I opened the door to find a cute little baby girl running around with her nanny chasing her. Our little one was in school at the time, or she would've certainly insisted on a play-date right then and there, given her obsession with babies and anything remotely 'cute'.

Our other neighbour - who's 'yard door' opens straight across from ours - turns out to be from Mumbai as well. We met in the classic, quintessential Indian 'TV Serial' style. Her maid had been leaving trash outside her door, not knowing there's a trash chute present a few metres away, from where to dispose the waste from. Our clean-freak of a nanny/ helper couldn't stand the sight of trash bags outside the neighbour's door and insisted I 'reprimand' the new neighbours.
Obliging our dear helper, I willingly marched up to our neighbours back door and rang the bell, hoping to politely resolve the issue. To my pleasant surprise, out came a happy, chirpy young Indian girl, who seemed utterly pleased at the sight of seeing her neighbour (that is me) standing at her door. We got talking and didn't stop for about an hour or so - what with both of us yapping away like we were friends from another life. Having recently moved to the building and to Singapore, from Mumbai, she and her husband are still figuring their way around the neighbourhood/ country.

Since that day, she and I, have been on movie dates, tea-dates, shopping-dates and lunches. Who knew leaving trash around could actually spark quite the amicable note between neighbours!

2. There seems to be setting in a bitter-sweet sensation around these new relationships, given that we know that our days in this city-state are now literally numbered. Soon we will be walking away from life here, as we've known it for a year now. When we were moving here, it was meant to be only for a short duration - of 6 months or so, which kept getting extended until we would've now lived here for a year, before we move out in mid-October. Sitting close to the other side of that year, I now think a year is not enough! It is an incredibly short span of time, an extremely insufficient duration at the end of which one is actually just about starting to live in a new place and experience a new culture. And considering we've spent more than half of that year living outside Singapore, it suddenly feels like we haven't stayed here long enough. We've been saying "Singapore is our base" for months now since we moved here but somewhere subconsciously it magically transformed itself to become one of our 'homes'. A place we've grown to know and gradually accept; a culture and people that have embraced us as much as we have embraced it and most importantly a nest and a lifestyle that is immensely comfortable - just like a 'home' should be! A very high bar has been set by this 'home', something all our future homes will now have to match up to or exceed.
I have read and heard a lot about the inherent 'sense of longing' and 'amiss' that is so much a part of an expat lifestyle, when they 'home-hop' so to speak. But it is now, that I am experiencing it first hand. We still have a few weeks left before we make our next nomadic jump and most of them are full of travel. Yet for the few weeks/ weekends that we are going to be local, we plan to make the most of this base-turned-home. Not something I had thought I would say last year this time, but now I know - We sure are going to miss this place, big time!

3. We met up with some friends to try out an Indian buffet, after ages. This restaurant, called Yantra, like most other Indian restaurants world-wide, has a lavish buffet spread, on weekends. Not one to particularly enjoy buffet spreads any longer (There was a time, in my student days when I could do tremendous justice to buffets) purely on grounds of not being able to do justice to the wide spread, I went along for the husband's sake. Our friends mentioned that the buffet spread had been downsized in the recent past. I would recommend this place highly for an a-la carte experience more than the buffet. Give it a try, if you're looking for a good, Indian fine-dining experience in Singapore.

4. In what has become a non-frequent social night-out, Hubster, Baby and I got invited to dinner, to his colleague's home. Night-outs such as these used to be a weekend norm in NYC, but are not regular occurrences here in Singapore, on account of the following two reasons -

i) Singaporeans and the other residents living here, prefer to meet outside for meals/ drinks as against at someone's home - at Hawker centres, restaurants, bars etc. It could be because culturally Singaporeans do not cook at home, even on regular weekdays (Remember I mentioned, in an earlier weekly update, how 30 out of the 32 apartments I went to see, when we moved here, had only two-stove top surfaces as against four? Long working hours and the easy availability of cheap and good quality meals are possible reasons for this lifestyle pattern) 
In fact, every time we've hosted a dinner party at home here and I've cooked, I've been told this is not a common occurrence here. Coming from a social circle of friends, that churns out menus equivalent of feasts even for casual get-togethers' at each others homes in NYC, it did seem odd at first, that no one likes cooking here at home as much. That is why, a regular dinner invitation such as this one, made by Hubster's colleague and his wife, at their home, stands out and thus is highly welcome!

ii) The other reason why this dinner invitation was unique, was because the three of us - Hubster, Baby and I, were going over to someone's place together, for a meal, after what can be appropriately termed as eternity.
Given our 24/7 social support structure here, as per the basic law of child-rearing in this country goes (That's how I jokingly refer to the maid-system here), the little one usually ends up staying at home, when we go out at nights. Not all restaurants are 'happy' seeing a toddler come in to dine with her parents here. Besides, ours would be the only toddler perhaps, seen dining outside with us, at a restaurant, given that the majority prefers to leave their children at home at nights.
This has effectively made us lose practice, on 'handling' a night out with the little one. Of course I thought our toddler would realize she was at someone else's home and thus behave otherwise, considering she's been easy to reason with off late. But clearly, I was expecting a bit much! Thankfully our hosts had an 18 month old as well, so the collective madness that ensued that evening was sort of expected and hence largely overlooked.

Our hostess took us back down memory lane - when she insisted on serving 'garma garam pooris' brought to our plates while we sat shamelessly downing the delicious home-cooked North Indian fare. (Remember the days when your Mom or the hostess who invited your family over, served hot 'pooris' too? To have someone of our generation do the same, in today's day and age is indeed a novelty and a much cherished one, at that.) The evening was blissful and relaxed as were our tummies! Cheers to gracious hostesses and 'garma garam pooris', in that order!

On that note, Week 40 wraps up! Wow, that's about 10 months of writing so far! The clock is ticking and the three upcoming weekends, here on, see us travelling again, so there's a lot to take care of before we fly! Stay well and take care! See you on the other side!
Love,
Shweyta

Singapore Suitcases: Week 39 - Of refused professional opportunities, changed itineraries & the curious case of the missing bag of gifts!

1. After what seemed like a rather long back-and-forth exercise, I finally turned down two professional opportunities this week.
I had been in talks with two different firms, both based in Hong Kong, to consult with them, in bidding efforts for Aviation projects in Asia. Unfortunately, in this industry - of Airport Design/ Planning and even Architectural Design in general, there really are few chances of being able to work remotely. While my previous firm in NYC, had made fantastic arrangements for letting me do the same one day a week (I used to work from home on Fridays in NYC), this is not really an option, in most other Architecture/ Urban design firms in the world. Both opportunities did present themselves with exciting prospects, yet they would only be possible if I made Hong Kong my base.
With our current state of flux that entails shuttling between three cities with lots of intermittent travel sprinkled in between, adding another home-city to the mix did not seem feasible at this point. Besides, my counter-offer to them - to base myself out of Singapore or Mumbai (in the near future) and travel to HK for short periods of time (say 2-3 weeks at a stretch) did not work out either. Any other industry and this would have been a win-win for both parties - as I have seen with several friends around here, who base themselves in Singapore, but work for firms all over the world, with frequent travel. Yet, it is in Architecture that we still depend so much on 'team work', thus necessitating a physical presence in the office, every single day! I wonder, how long it will take for us to change that? Or will we ever be able, to change that?
Eventually, I declined both opportunities for lack of being able to move base to a city (Hong Kong), that I've fallen hopelessly in love with and wouldn't mind living in someday. Just a bit outside the radar for now, though!
The good news however is that both the job-offers are sort of open-ended, which means when we are done with our global mobility assignment on behalf of the Hubster's company in mid-2014, we could potentially re-consider the 'next' home-city and try out living in HK, for a bit. Or not. Who knows what the future holds?

2. As per the original travel plan, we were to fly to London this week, to bring in the daughter's 2nd birthday there. But as we learnt this week - this was not to be!
As I have mentioned in a few earlier weekly updates, the 'last-minute' planning nature of our trips off late, is thanks to the Hubster's sporadic project status, here in Singapore. Sure enough, the nicely planned vacation, that was to revolve around the baby's three consecutive weekend birthday celebrations, saw an unfortunate change in plan.
Hubster's client made a personal request, asking for his physical presence at the office in Singapore, all the way until the end of August. In a never-before happenstance at his end (as compared to this being an usual occurrence in some of my ex-offices), he had been asked to 'move out' his vacation plan, until after the project deadline (which had moved from July to August, thus causing the change of date in our trip as well). 
While we were both largely disappointed at first, our solace came in the fact that the trip was not canned; merely postponed. Still, it meant moving around a lot of dates and more importantly affecting some major plans that were already in the making - the most important one being - the plan to move base from Singapore to Mumbai. This unfortunate turn of events did however lead to a fortunate realization - that the firm would now be picking the entire tab of our summer trip! Clearly the change in plans did not seem that painful anymore!!
New itineraries were determined almost immediately. Not to be downed by the change in dates of travel and in keeping with the time/ research that our friends in the two cities had vested in the respective party-planning, we've decided to still have the daughter's super-belated birthday celebrations in both cities, in late August - early September respectively. She honestly doesn't care and will most likely think it's another one of those 'monthly birthday' celebrations that her Mommy has gotten her used to all this time anyway. And we still get to take our trip, albeit almost towards the fag end of our stay here in Singapore, which is not that bad somehow! Win-Win!
Time to sing the Holiday Rap soon -
"We are going on a summer holiday. 
If you want to go yo sven. 
We are going to London and New York City 
and we take a little piece of Amsterdam, Right!"
Well, just swap Amsterdam with Wales there, for us and we are good to go!

3. Mid-week, I met up with a friend who co-founded a company called Go! Places a few years ago, to present Asian history, heritage and culture in a fun and more accessible way. In order to veer the company in a newer direction, he has been conducting a research-study, using frequent travelers as his database, to gauge their travel-habits. We had a fun afternoon discussing various aspects of travel, alone and/ or with kids, travel-planning, the factors that tie into why we travel and where we travel to and finally if and how, we freeze our travel memories, once we return from our trips. Do check out his site at the link above and feel free to reach out to him, if you like what you see!

4. Zoe turned Two on Saturday this week (July 13th). Given that our London plans got shelved, we decided to spend the birthday locally, doing what she likes to do, all weekend long. In a nutshell, that meant swimming, eating, running around aimlessly, blowing candles (over and over again) off of cakes, going animal-fish-reptile-bird or human baby spotting (Yep, I know that last one sounds slightly freaky, but we have a big 'baby' lover in the house) and dancing - all weekend long. So that's exactly what we did, the entire weekend.
We also figured we'd put the 'forced-to-stay-local' weekend to good use and go explore Sentosa - an island off of Singapore's mainland, famously known to be Asia's playground, with it's theme parks, beaches and multiple resorts. The Aquarium was our point of interest for the weekend, since it is considered to be the World's largest aquarium, as per the Guinness Book of World Records. We thought it was beautifully designed, but overall the experience fell short of being 'Oh-so-awe-striking' or anything, for any of us. In fact, the three of us loved the ride to and from the island to the mainland more than the actual aquarium - since it involved a cable car. It was nice to see the little one associating this cable-car ride with her past cable-car experience, which was in Hong Kong to get to the Big Buddha on Lantau Island, to give him a 'Hi-five', as she thinks! It was amusing to hear her repeatedly say "We are going to HongKong" as we took the cable car to Sentosa and back. How awesome would it be to have HK just a short cable-car ride away!

5. The weirdest thing occurred this week - weird, considering it occurred here in Singapore - the country with one of the lowest crime rates in the world. Where stealing is a crime; a punishable offence. Where the punishment meted out to perpetrators is so drastic, that 'stealing' is hardly existent here.
Having said the above, to be robbed, in Singapore, is a novel and a unique experience! In fact, if someone loses something in a public place, more often than not, the object-in-question sits right there, untouched, un-stolen, where it was left last by it's rightful owner, waiting to be picked up on his/ her return. I have talked of this in some of my previous posts, but also had a chance to experience my very first case of a 'misplacement mishap' as I term it, over this weekend.
We were meeting friends for brunch at this lovely cafe within the Goodman Arts Centre, called Cafe Melba. Openly spread out over a big patch of green, this cafe is perhaps one of the best semi-outdoor spaces that I have been to, for brunch, here in the city-state. Abuzz with families and kids all over, it was an ordinary Sunday afternoon.
The couple and their son, whom we were meeting, brought Zoe a bag full of wrapped gifts, as a belated birthday gift. As is the norm in Singapore, one parks strollers outside the restaurant and usually leaves behind other bags/ diaper bags/ belongings there too, especially as this is a place where nothing goes amiss, usually. 'Usually' being the operative word there, please make note!

We had a lovely lazy brunch, spread over a couple of hours, perhaps even longer. We were catching up with these friends after a while and finally getting to meet their 5 year old son, who we had last seen as a newborn in NYC. Upon settling the check, when we came out to collect our stroller and the bag of gifts, we found the latter gone, from where we had left it last. (I had placed it next to the stroller, tucked away so efficiently that only someone who intended to take the bag, would be able to do so. A 'room for error' or having taken it 'by mistake' was thus hardly possible.)
With the bag gone missing, we looked around for it all over the place. The waitresses helped too in our futile attempts to recover the missing bag of gifts. It had vanished into thin air, perhaps - considering in Singapore, no one takes anything that does not belong to them!
Since there had been a small baby shower going on, on the table near where the stroller was parked, we presumed that perhaps someone in that party had taken the bag home mistakenly, considering it to be one of the 'baby shower' gifts. But the gifts in this bag were meant for Zoe - who is a 2 year old, so we presumed that they would soon stand out oddly enough, among the other 'newborn' gifts and be returned to the restaurant.
Left with nothing else to do, we took down the contact name of the person who paid the bill, from the baby-shower party and thought we'd try to track him down online. A quick 'google' search of this contact person's name revealed his identity on LinkedIn.
Since then - I have sent out a few emails to him, explaining the situation and hoping that he'll realize his party took home a gift which was not meant for them. No answer - to date!
It remains to be seen, if we'll receive a response at all. The 'case of the missing bag of gifts' remains unsolved. At this point, there is as much a chance, that the bag was stolen, as there is that it was mistakenly taken.

We left the place feeling terrible, since our friend had taken time out to specifically plan the bag of gifts for our daughter, which included a book for me as well as several lovely hand-me-down books from her son, among other wrapped presents.
This incident has served as an eye-opener for us - towards the complacency that people living in Singapore get used to (ourselves included) - of leaving their things around in public places, thinking they wont go amiss, because this place is as safe as it is made out to be. It might be time to take the public announcements more literally, that yell in your face - "Low crime does not mean No crime!"

On that rather helpless note, the week ended! Hoping the next week brings some word back from Mr. Mistakenly-taken-the-bag-and-disappeared! Or we'll just have to believe that even Singapore is not as invincible as it seems!
Until then, stay well!
Love,
Shweyta