Here we are again in the airport, barely 2 weeks from the last occasion we stepped back to the comforts of tropical Singapore and to lots of rain. It has been a strange 2 months – all that rain at a seasonally ‘drier’ period for the little red dot. And all that flooding around the world too! Sometimes it seems we cannot simply reject that there is some form of climate change going on.
Well we are off to where the Chinese called 舊金山 (old gold mountain for literal translation and also in Google, so its not just me), a reference to a very different time more than a hundreds years ago as California was opening up to mining prospectors. The gold rush of the 1850s attracted not only European migrants but also the eager Chinese coolies that mined, ran laundries, opened restaurants and built railways.
Many were from the southern province of Guangdong (廣東省), thus Cantonese is a relatively well heard language in and around the city with the purported world’s largest Chinatown outside Asia.
The itinerary built by Suan is relatively packed and yours truly will play the roles of chauffeur, porter, photographer, bouncer, butler and the walking ATM. Talk about women’s rights…how about leaving some left for men? Get it? Bad joke, nvm.
It will just be 5 days (including the weekend) before we have to head across to New York where Mel will be in the office for business. Mixing business with some pleasure is in some ways good to relieve the stress of focusing too much on just work. Just read what some other bloggers have to say about folks not using up their vacation time. And it’s about people in the land that we are about to journey to not doing so…