Bert Vierstra
The second time to Singapore. This time with another "Visa Agent" couldn't find the phone number from the first one. The rest was sort of the same. The same hotel, Victoria at Victoria street for 60 SPD. The same flight numbers from Garuda. The same fear that something would go wrong and I would not be able to go back to Bali.At the Airport I sort of attacked Burger King for a Whopper. Hmmm that was nice, better then those Big Mac's in Kuta. After the shower I went to a "feeding place", the same as I went to before. They have a lot of those in Singapore, square's with many "warungs" around them, each selling there kind of food or drinks. Like the people, the food is mixed, many different cultures are represented. I wonder how an expat would describe his "culture division" like some of them have done here on this forum or other forums, when living in Singapore. This city itself is already one with many foots in many cultures.In one of the clubs described here:[url="http://www.geocities.com/me4asia/orchard_towers.htm"]http://www.geocities.com/me4asia/orchard_towers.htm[/url]I met Joe, a young guy from Germany and his "girlfriend" Mee from Thailand. He works in the pharmaceutical industry. He looked relaxed and enjoying himself, "I hope they pay you extra for being away so far from home", I said and winked . I met Net there, a friend of Mee, she learned me the Thai word for Love, its "Lak". Net told me a lot about the ladyboy's, there were plenty of them.The next day my passport was picked up by Mohammed, and I went for some oleh oleh (souvenirs). For a while I sat down and did some people watching, and I saw many many ugly people. "Somehow, somewhere, there must have been some chemical pollution 70 to 100 years ago, and those people still suffer from the consequences" I thought and laughed at myself. But it is true, many bodies out of proportion, bad skin... maybe that's why they SMS a lot... I realized that I saw very little ugly people on Bali, and I wanted to go home. This place reminded me to much of my "home" before.-----I spend a lot of time with Dewi now. Evenings, nights, shopping. Dewi means goddess, and she is. I learn more and more about her, and her family. We SMS a lot. Good night darling, good morning darling and the lot. She wants my children and I sort of believe her, she says she is already old with 20, NOT to have children.... My Harry's lure around the corner, but I forget them, Harry like....I am scared. The next six months I need to prove myself. Have I got the knowledge and skills to make it on Bali, or do I have to go back and lose this place.....I am happy that Bush jr. seems to loose support of the rest of the world.This was posted with about a bottle of Arak, been singing on the street with some Balinese boys.. No woman no cry, guitar etc.BTW I for the first time met Ringo ,live. Do we westerners want to meet each other here or not ?
behemoth
[b]Bert, darling,[/b]My Harry's lure around the corner, but I forget them, Harry like....[/quote]I haven't bugged you about writing another Harry story lately, seeing as how you were sick, then busy...but since you brought him up, let me remind you that on Dec. 19, you wrote the following on the Dear Bert thread:"I will do something about my new Harry today, it will be a nasty one... and that is a promise, I think I need to be moderated, strongly moderated...."OK, maybe this isn't the time or the place to spring that particular Harry story loose on the world :wink: , but you haven't channeled him lately, and I miss him, porcine dreams and all!Regards,The Moth
