12 hours on a bus later we're in Siem Reap. Irish breakfast in Molly Malones, off we go again on a 4 hour car and 9 hour train journey to Bangkok. Doing our very best to avoid Khao San Road off we go again on a 32 hour train journey to Butterworth in Malaysia, 4 hours of sleep then another 14 hours on a train to Singapore. Why aren't we using planes again? No matter, Singapore will look after us.
We checked into the Pan Pacific along with a Swedish couple we met getting off the train who had the good sense to book ahead. Plush room, massive TV and stunning view over the city. That'll do me. Next adventure is to sort out Fi's passport, find a giant boat in the harbour belonging to Seamus' doctor's cousin, find a way to Indonesia and on to Flores and try to get some sleep after the hectic couple of weeks since leaving Jungle Beach.
Singapore struck us 4 years ago as a clean, organised, pretty but slightly dull city. Nothing has really changed since, but I think we are appreciating the calmness of it all a bit more. Are we getting old or just weary? Weariness aside, the next month or so until we find our boat will be madness so we're going to make the most out of the plushness and room service while we can.
News from home of small architectural practises shutting down, larger firms letting dozens of people go, and a general stagnation of the building trade, sales and the economy. Hopefully we can stay away for the worst of this and find work in Australia until things start to rebound.
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