Mee Rebus

Should have remembered from last time with Albadorah. Mee Rebus is a light kind of stew over noodles; in this case egg omitted in favour of potato and green bean-like pieces that didn't really look like paprika. Not the hot kind anyway. The colour innocuous enough. Perhaps the seeds should have given the hint. A better follow-up to the Listerine gargling of half an hour before would have been difficult to find. Cereal for breakfast impossible to procure in this eastern quarter of the city. An American suggested a hotel buffet as the only option. At eighteen dollars for that privilege, it's rice, noodles and veg for the duration here. (Kellogs Cornies from the supermarket shelves declined, thank you very much.)
The MRT far less crowded after 10am. Dozing figures all along the route into town - the train, young work crew at the eateries, corpse-like figures of old men with rigor mortis stretched in shady alcoves of the shopping complexes. Those without aircon collapse here mid morning. Had it going throughout the last two nights in the hotel room.
An interesting room on the 14th floor of a HBD inspected last night. Very nice couple of Indians: journo landlord and IT tenant. Housing towers all round, not dissimilar to our Housing Commission, but better maintained. Top end of Geylang appealing as a location. Without aircon how to adapt?
From the eighth floor of the Singapore National Library - arts and humanities reference - the HBDs outside the window fly their flags on the sunny side of the building, waiting for the sun to emerge from the cloud. The washing hangs from short poles that emerge from the balconies at a slight up tilt. Towers in the more expensive estates forbid the practice. Property values take account of any hint of the slovenly of course.
A final tidbit: a reminder at these tables here that sneezing is always choked in Singapore. A full, outward, completed sneeze is never let fly in this city state. Not among the down-at-heel; neither in the CBD. The sound is like a sneeze that escapes one at the last second, never quite coming off. My bet is it's another remnant of the British - like caning and so much else here. From the time of a public health drive during a flu epidemic perhaps.