I planned on running last night after I got back to the hotel, but once I started relaxing in the air conditioning of my windowless room, my resolve weakened. By the time I was ready to go out it was already dark and running on the busy streets of Singapore didn't seem like such a good idea. I went back to the Indian restaurant again and ordered the same thing that I had yesterday. The restaurant was packed with local Indians. A meal here is cheaper than a Happy Meal at McDonalds. Why don't good restaurants become successful franchises? Perhaps good food relies too much on the individual skills of the chef and isn't replicable -- however detailed the training manual.
The food is served on plastic trays covered with a neatly cut rectangle of banana leaf. Stainless steel jugs of water are on every table, together with small steel beakers which the customers don't put to their lips, instead pouring the water in to their upturned mouths.
Having failed to run yesterday, I thought that I had better run this morning instead, lest my lack of enthusiasm catch up with me again this evening. Leaving my key at reception I headed out to Beach Road and the Golden Mile Centre to buy a bus ticket back to KL. I'm trying to get used to running with a Camelback hydration pack. I didn't get along with the backpack version so I bought a waist belt type. As I ran down the road it bounced uncomfortably and felt extremely silly.
After my run, a cold shower and ten minutes in air conditioning to turn off the flow of sweat, I went to the Singapore Arts Centre, coinciding with no less than four different primary school groups. They were very enthusiastic about the place, running from room to room and thundering down the corridors, occasionally stopping to look at a painting or sculpture, but not often. Their teachers were plodding after them, showing as much interest in the art but not having any of the fun.
The food is served on plastic trays covered with a neatly cut rectangle of banana leaf. Stainless steel jugs of water are on every table, together with small steel beakers which the customers don't put to their lips, instead pouring the water in to their upturned mouths.
Having failed to run yesterday, I thought that I had better run this morning instead, lest my lack of enthusiasm catch up with me again this evening. Leaving my key at reception I headed out to Beach Road and the Golden Mile Centre to buy a bus ticket back to KL. I'm trying to get used to running with a Camelback hydration pack. I didn't get along with the backpack version so I bought a waist belt type. As I ran down the road it bounced uncomfortably and felt extremely silly.
After my run, a cold shower and ten minutes in air conditioning to turn off the flow of sweat, I went to the Singapore Arts Centre, coinciding with no less than four different primary school groups. They were very enthusiastic about the place, running from room to room and thundering down the corridors, occasionally stopping to look at a painting or sculpture, but not often. Their teachers were plodding after them, showing as much interest in the art but not having any of the fun.
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