'Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.'
After six months in Eastern Indonesia, Singapore felt a lot more alien than it used to.
After six months I left the dusty and dry Kupang for the glass and steel splendor of Singapore on a short visa run. It’s these moments when you’re reintroduced into the first world you take note what you missed.
My first meal was Mathabah - roti and curry from the local twenty four hour curry stop around the corner from my hotel. I did’nt get much sleep that night so I woke early and headed out for a 6k run around the local fort. Later that morning I dug into a hearty ‘aussie’ style brekky with two eggs, bacon, mushrooms, wholemeal bread and a large cappuccino.
All these things are not beyond me in Kupang, however, what ever the reason, the sense of relief and restfulness I got by these tid-bits was not lost on me. Perhaps its the familiarity of the experiences from home or the piece of mind I got from knowing that there was no crazy neighborhood pariah dogs stalking me; even knowing there was no sugar in my bread. Certainly, the root of my anxieties are not beyond the cycle of adjusting to a place very different from what I’m used to and one that lacks the normal emotional support structures.
Leaves me a lot to chew on…