Sunday, December 12, 2010

Blowin' in the Wind



Here I am getting my hair blown by the breezes at Changi Village Beach.  I actually wore a sundress to the beach to see what the frogs were so excited about.  It just looks like a bunch of sand and water to me.  But they're jumping up and down for froggy joy, so I guess they've found their niche.  Whatever floats their boat, I guess you could say.  Get it?  Yeah, sorry about that.

Anyway,  it'll be nice to get back to some decent fall weather in Shanghai.  The Shanghainese are already wrapped up in their winter gear (poufy coats and wool scarves), but it's only in the 50s.  Weird.  It's really just nice sweater weather.  I heard from someone back home in Atlanta today that it's 15 degrees and snowing.  Hee hee.  What would the Shanghainese wear for that?

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

A Saffy in Singapore



Well, we've left Shanghai for sunnier (and less polluted) climes.  We've been in Singapore since Saturday and so far, things have been just fine (with the notable exceptions of the frogs almost becoming dinner's main course and me getting sand in places I didn't know existed).  Otherwise, it's very nice with warm temps and sunny blue skies, good food, and polite friendly people.  This pic was taken from our balcony; you can see the water in the distance. The frogs are keen to take a cruise but I'm a bit leery of them being so close to the water knowing how much they love that sort of thing (and also how clumsy they can be).  They feel quite at home here, being from Hawaii as they are.  Myself, I feel a bit out of place among the sundresses and squawking birds.  But I have to admit the food is super-yummy and free booze at happy hour never killed anybody (well, it hasn't killed me yet, anyway).

We're planning a tour of Chinatown's Red Light District.  Seems an educational sort of thing to do.  One must stay current on recent goings-on at the brothels, don't you think?  I guess it's a when-in-Rome sort of thing, but it was either that or a tour of the WWII prisoner-of-war camps, and that just seemed TOO educational for a stay in such a laid-back place.  So, look out, hookers, here we come!  I'm not sure what one wears on such a tour, but I doubt that my sock monkey dress would fit in.  So I guess I need to go scrounge through my luggage and see what I can find.  And I do need to help Lani and Pali prepare for the tour too; Chinatown can be a precarious place for a pair of frogs.