I’ve
dreamed about living somewhere else from the time I was a young child. I got a
chance to see all parts of the country when growing up because of my family's yearly
two week vacations. Missouri's central location, made it
easy for the family to head off in a different direction each year. Remembering these
precious two weeks during the summer helped me get through the rest of the year,
when I was stuck in school. I could recall
the deserts of the Southwest, the California beaches, the Rocky
Mountains, the Eastern Seaboard, or the Gulf Coast.
As
I got older, I read about ex-pats, those individuals who lived abroad. I admired writers
and artists like Hemingway in Paris and Gaugin in Tahiti. The only time I’ve
actually lived out of the country was my year in Vietnam.
Imagining myself being there without the war was something that helped me get
through it.
Katie and I now have a chance to experience a slice of ex-pat life here in Singapore.
As a Caucasian, I am definitely in the minority. I see other westerners
around and expect them to acknowledge me, like we’re in some sort of a club,
sharing a common experience. “Isn’t it great to be living here in this exotic
place?” But so far none of them have acknowledged me. In fact they seem to be the most unfriendly group here. Maybe there isn’t a club
after all.
Being
in Singapore is not quite like being in other Southeast Asian countries. My
step son Peter refers to it as "Southeast Asia for Beginners". The city is clean
and orderly and just about everyone speaks English. The majority of the
population is Chinese, but there are Indians, Malays, Indonesians, Filipinos,
Pakistanis and more. Mandarin and English are the two national languages, so it
has allowed me an opportunity to learn and practice my Chinese. So far everyone
has been kind and helpful as I attempt to communicate. All except one man that is, who ran a food stall at one
of the hawker centers. I asked him for some hot sauce for my noodle soup in
what I thought was adequate Mandarin, but he looked at me as if I were speaking Martian and called
for his wife. It was obvious that he didn’t want to deal with me. His wife came out from the back and seemed happy
that I was attempting to learn the language and gave me some hot sauce.
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Motor scooter parking in Johor Bahru Malaysia |
To
understand why Peter refers to Singapore as being for beginners, one only has to go across
the bridge into Malaysia, which we did a few days ago. The smells, the cars and
traffic, the poverty next to affluence all screamed “third world country”.
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Hindu temple in Malaysia |
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Fruit and vegetable stand in Johor Bahru |
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Ancient Chinese temple |
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Inside the Chinese temple |
Many
things in Singapore are cheap. At the hawker food centers, which are everywhere,
you can get a delicious meal of rice or noodles, meat and vegetables for from
$2.00-3.50 Sings. One Sing is about $.70 US currency. It’s cheaper to eat out
than to prepare meals at home.