At the End of the Day
At the end of the day, when I finally make it back, it is nice to be able to put my feet up and exhale.
There is one thing I miss about Nigeria, and that’s getting to go to the restaurant with all of the guys I worked with. (Truth be told, hanging out there was the only thing we really could do – not like there was a lot of opportunity for leaving camp!)
But here I am, in a condo that sounds like an echo chamber. I don’t even have a cat or dog. I have been thinking about getting a pet – just haven’t decided if I want a Boa (figure I only have to feed it once a month), a Rhino-Bettle (don’t have to take him for any walks in the park with a shovel in my hand), or a pet rock.
In the mean time, I’ve come to enjoy taking my I-Pad out onto the patio and listening to the waves. And the boats. And the military jets.
But in terms of view – I really enjoy sitting up here, six stories up and just watching the ship traffic. Singapore is one of the busiest sea ports in the world. In fact, at night, there are so many lights on the horizon, it looks like another city out there.
Every now and then, this one particular boat comes by and I am left wondering where it is going, where did it come from. It looks so much like an ancient Chineese Junk, except for the size.
I figure it is a tourist vessel, either taking everyone around the bay, or maybe even a ferry, running passengers into Malaysia. Either way, it sure is nice to watch. And when I do, I take a moment and give thanks to the good Lord for giving me new scenery. As much as I enjoyed Nigeria – the poverty scenes did little to boost the spirits.
Tomorrow, I’ll share some stories about my first trip into town!
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