My first trip to Asia was December of 1985. I was one of the fortunate few, called to join a crew on a 3 month survey working the volcanic highlands of Java, Indonesia. My heart pounded with the opportunity to break on through and soak in the magic there. We were a of grown up kids tuned and ready for a journey!
The adventure started with a flight to L.A. and on to Honolulu. From there we took the long flight to Tokyo and then on to Singapore. I highly recommend flying business class with Singapore Airlines, the very best food and service I’ve ever experienced.
We had a few days to shop and play in the “City of Lions.” To me, Singapore is a Pearl of Cities! So clean and prosperous, a blend of cultures, sights and sounds. We experimented with the local cuisine, “Was that chicken or monkey?” Ignorance was bliss when it came to eating out in Southeast Asia!
The highlight of my visit to Singapore was being invited to participate in a race created by who knows who, and run by a gang of Ex-Pat’s and locals. The race was called “Hash House Harriers.” We were young and reckless, fit and ready!
A designated runner goes ahead and leaves a trail of peanut shells, doubling back and making false trails, it’s a race of luck and strategy and the fastest runner usually doesn’t win. I remember trying to swim a reservoir “shortcut” and almost drowning in my tennis shoes! We ran well, coming in with the first batch of runners. At the finish we joined the bunch of them in a beer bash and bar songs. It’s a great sport, one that has spread to many cities around the world!
From dancing dragons in the streets, to dirt cheap electronics and tennis shoes, Singapore has it all. We had a taste, then continued our journey to Java. On to Jakarta, ON ON!