jaywalking

After Mongolia, I took a flight back to Beijing and spent a few days there packing up my friends apartment. It was nice having that time to reflect on the end of it all, despite all the madness being the week before the Olympics was to begin.

Some of the things I did in those last few days:
1. Met up with a local and had some interesting conversation exchanges.
2. Sat in the back of a removal van with some rural (I think) roughneck guys.
3. Found my way to the Great Wall despite my limited Mandarin.

Anyway, moving along, after 4 days, my last day was upon me. I was excited to fly out of there -

It’d been almost 6 months since being home. Only now reminiscing do I get that intense feeling of nostalgia, to the point where I almost miss it.

But my flight wasn’t heading straight home. I headed back to Singapore, arrived at 10pm and had to wait until 7am the next morning for my final flight back home. I didn’t have a place to stay that night so I met up with some friends.

We ate… So good.

Then we went to Orchard road for even more eating.

And finally back to Changi… For yes. Eating. At 5am in the morning. Two guys sitting in the airport foodcourt chatting away. Notice the egg shells in the foreground, I love how you can order boiled eggs there. It’s awesome, almost as good as iced milo, which is a permanent fixture at fast food outlets much like coke or pepsi.

Thanks for everything guys. I met them on a tour in Taiwan back in 2004 and even now years later, it seems like nothing has changed. My trip wouldn’t have been the same without them.

So we said our goodbyes and with that, I was on my way.