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I miss this! I mean, look at all those bottles of beam in the background....and of course, Patricia... 

On a walk today, I encountered some very enthusiastic bamboo. It was at least 4 stories high. 

How many times do you get to say this....Here are Jesus and Mustaffa.  

This photo was taken during our rooftop barbeque last weekend. At this table is Rose, Mustaffa, David, Soe, and Ashraf, adding additional dimensions to the depth of our already international site team's diversity. 

I have been fortunate to make some Singaporean friends while on the island. I know, I said I would not write about work, but in this case I have some coworkers who are also friends. This is the Selwa family. If Phillip were coming to you as a safety officer, wouldn't you make sure you were working safely!?!?

My other little treehugger, my niece Casey. She turned 7 when this photo was taken. Creative and fearless.....I hear that I am expected to show her rainforests of the world. We'll see if we can't nurture that tree hugging just a little further!  

Kyle, my Nephew....what a wonderful little treehugger! This photo was from January so I am sure he's a foot taller and a hunderd IQ points smarter. And I am not just saying that because I am his Aunt! 

Two of my favorite people in Singapore are Rassmus and Emile, young Danish sons of our friends Jeppe and Mette, a coworker and his wife. Matt and I babysat them one evening and almost broke Emile's front tooth....well, we didn't, but let's say there was a household accident resulting in a really fat lip and a bruised gum. Amazingly, the Parents weren't hysterical, and actually still talk to us. This weekend we had a company cookout on the rooftop, and fortunately, there was no ill will from the boys. They are a lot of fun to play with, and fantastic future UN representatives. They are multilingual, and in 7 years of their lives together have been in 10 countries. Pretty amazing. But then again, they're European, so that is like describing a 7 year old in the states as having visited 10 states. Though even still I bet there aren't that many kids who can boast likewise. Now I must post Casey and Kyle...

Orchid Bikes. These trishaw type frames were decorated with beautiful material orchids. I don't know why or what for, but they were a pretty sight to cycle by. 

Sunday bike ride. Today I went for a ride without a map. This is not a good thing because typically to get to East Coast Park I need to consult a map at least three times. It is safet to assume then that I did not get to East Coast Park today. It should be easy enough...it is an island, and if you go east, you should end up at the east coast, where there is a park. The problem for me is getting there from here. I tend to turn and meander and wander down different streets to take a look at things. East has long lost its meaning to me, and I ride toward water instead. In this case it took me from the marina to the Esplanade Theaters, locally known as the Durians.

This is not a good shot of the building but it is a very unique concert and cultural performance center, and the spiky spiny architecture resembles that locally notorious fruit, the Durian. It is shaped kind of like a pineapple...in that it is spiky, and about that size, and the fruit is yellow. Id differs from pineapple in that it smells like shit....literally, there is no nice way to describe it. The fruit is illegal to carry onto buses or the subway and I think cabs as well, so if you buy it at the market you should be ready to walk home. The fruit is custardy in texture, and if you can get past the smell, it is actually kind of nice. I imagine the first person to have ever tried it was really hungry. At any rate, the concert halls are shaped like a pair of Durians on the edge of the Singapore River, and this was right about the time I knew exactly where I was and how far I had strayed from my original destination.