Chinese Hell (and other horrible oddities)

When I told Jane at breakfast we were going to an amusement park, I sincerely believed that to be the case. That’s how this place was described, an amusement park for Chinese history and myths. The pictures were colorful and reviews solid. The adventure unraveled from there. Backing up to the beginning of the day, we left our hotel after trying more novel breakfast foods. I may have had my fill of novel breakfast foods today. Ready for departure In yesterday’s shopping, Jane found Singopirean hot styling tools for her hair. She’s fixed it Charlie’s Angels style knowing the lift would unfortunately fall a bit in Singaporean humidity. We delighted in this version of her look all day, even sweaty during her dance class. We started our day in Singapore’s crispy clean subway systems. Our local station has a vague but pleasant vanilla perfume, absent of the usual stench of marijuana and body odor found nearly everywhere in European and American subways. We apprec...