I have a meeting in Singapore that I must attend. It is a conference, which is good and bad. It means that many details will be taken care of for me. It also means that I will be alone and crushed at the same time. I booked the hotel. I spent 55 minutes figuring out if they are tomorrow or yesterday. I keep thinking it is a city in China.
I am an idiot.
Actually, travel in Asia is harder than my roamings elsewhere. I don't blend so well, even behind the darkest, largest frames. I'm thinking of taking a wig so I can sit somewhere with my camera and observe with some quietness. A gray wig in a bun, and some old schmatta and thick shoes. They must have park benches there, although much is illegal in Singapore and punishable by scrubbing floors or death, loser's choice.
