Previous Chapter In 2005 David Paton, good friend, mentor, example, and inspiration died after experiencing an aggressive cancer. I flew to New Zealand to attend his funeral. On the flight back I started writing some notes that were intended to capture something of what David meant to me. Taking a deep breath I thought I…
Where you go?Furama Hotel.Which hotel?Furama.No Furama.Actually there are a few of them.Not in Singapore.F-U-R-A-M-AOh, you mean Furama!Yes please.Which one?Chinatown.Singapore is Chinatown(thinking “don’t be cute with me buster…)Downtown Chinatown.Downtown or Chinatown?The Furama in Chinatown.You know address?Eu Tong Sen Street(silence)Eu (oh) Tong Sen…ChinatownYou show me…OK (you bastard)(long silent drive from airport, with attempt to get him talking…
The humidity seeps into and out of everything. From out of the lowering sky. Out of the damp ground and dark foliage. The light gray sky of the morning has given over to an angry gray which is hanging like a curtain and being drawn across the jungle horizon. The sun has long vanished although…