After a long, restless night spent battling with the air conditioner for a happy medium between sweat-drenched and bone-dry, I announced at 5am to the mostly inanimate objects in my room that I was no longer interested in sleeping.
Instead, I got up and did something I rarely do. I went for a walk – or perhaps more accurately, a recreational walk.
I’ve lived in Singapore for close to a year now, though in some ways I’ve hardly lived here a day. Work, work, work; the pile of virtual paperwork never seems to end.
But today will be different.