Nearing lunchtime rain once again. There may have been some overnight, though it had not been enough to wake on this occasion. Three or four consecutive nights previously it had rained, and on a couple of these occasions the pour had been strong enough to wake. A day or two before leaving Singapore someone had reported the forecast for the remainder of the month had been hot and dry weather. Looking out the hotel window from the other side of the Causeway one could not help chuckling at the daily disproof one day after another. On the streets here this morning mixed messages whether it was indeed the start of the working week, or the weekend still. Day-trippers from the South with their shopping packs were certainly plentiful passing the breakfast table at Muthu. Walking back to the hotel a large crowd at the upper end of Wong Ah Fook near the Servo needed to be investigated. Turned out a great crush at a remittance office, with possibly even a hundred young Indian and Bangla men waiting to send their hard earned back home. The construction & industrial sectors at least were running the conventional Western working week. (A couple years ago the local Sultan in Johor had instituted the Muslim week of Sunday to Thursday.) Here foreign labour might perhaps receive one day off a week, unlike the more usual monthly down in Singapore. And rather intriguing the news of the hacking of the Health records in the Republic, where the PM, a two-time cancer survivor, was particularly targeted. Having been groomed for his post from earliest years, the man was a competent, professional performer, managing all the meet-and-greet and the rest with aplomb, at least judging from newspaper pictures and the occasional sound & vision. What added medications might be involved for stabilizers, uppers and boosters was the question. It could hardly prove a surprise for anyone in such a position. President Trump might be able to devour limelight, ceaseless attention and come back asking for more; others would find it more of a strain. Whether details would emerge over coming days remained to be seen, and if as suspected state actors were involved, possibly unlikely.
An Australian writer of Montenegrin origin en route to a polyglot European port at the head of the Adriatic mid-2011 shipwrecks instead on the SE Asian Equator. 12, 36, 48…80, 90++ months passage out awaited. Scribble all the while. By some process stranger than fiction, a role as an interpreter of Islam develops; Buddhism; some living Hinduism (Long story). Publication history, 2011-25: https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/7584915877238815805/5174353156097766182
Sunday, July 22, 2018
Uppers & Boosters (Pol.)
Nearing lunchtime rain once again. There may have been some overnight, though it had not been enough to wake on this occasion. Three or four consecutive nights previously it had rained, and on a couple of these occasions the pour had been strong enough to wake. A day or two before leaving Singapore someone had reported the forecast for the remainder of the month had been hot and dry weather. Looking out the hotel window from the other side of the Causeway one could not help chuckling at the daily disproof one day after another. On the streets here this morning mixed messages whether it was indeed the start of the working week, or the weekend still. Day-trippers from the South with their shopping packs were certainly plentiful passing the breakfast table at Muthu. Walking back to the hotel a large crowd at the upper end of Wong Ah Fook near the Servo needed to be investigated. Turned out a great crush at a remittance office, with possibly even a hundred young Indian and Bangla men waiting to send their hard earned back home. The construction & industrial sectors at least were running the conventional Western working week. (A couple years ago the local Sultan in Johor had instituted the Muslim week of Sunday to Thursday.) Here foreign labour might perhaps receive one day off a week, unlike the more usual monthly down in Singapore. And rather intriguing the news of the hacking of the Health records in the Republic, where the PM, a two-time cancer survivor, was particularly targeted. Having been groomed for his post from earliest years, the man was a competent, professional performer, managing all the meet-and-greet and the rest with aplomb, at least judging from newspaper pictures and the occasional sound & vision. What added medications might be involved for stabilizers, uppers and boosters was the question. It could hardly prove a surprise for anyone in such a position. President Trump might be able to devour limelight, ceaseless attention and come back asking for more; others would find it more of a strain. Whether details would emerge over coming days remained to be seen, and if as suspected state actors were involved, possibly unlikely.
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