Andras in Singapore a.k.a The Marathon Weekend

Once upon a time a young, innocent Hungarian guy journeyed to a small tropical island...

The Not-So-Local locals welcomed him with open arms

He was taken to the usual tourist traps..

...to sample the wares...

errr...and some more wares.

The Not-So-Local locals also took him to meet other not-so-local locals, such as ....

...colourful fishies...

...scary crabs...

...errr...[Andras : Oh that is the hippo at the Night Safari!]...

...and the occasional local.

He went to high scary places...

...with yet more Not-So-Local locals.

Another High Place...

and Another...

...and Another. [Errr... how do we get down?]

Occasionally, there were transportation problems... but nothing a friendly truck driver couldn't solve.

While all of us were quite dead at the end of the weekend, it was great fun. We hitched rides on cable cars and strange trucks, we danced the night away, we tresspassed on some rich people, we saw monkeys (both human and otherwise), some of us fought bitterly (well... some things never change), we walked amidst the tree-tops and we told each other stories of ourselves....

...this one time...at band camp...

Cue fade off into sunset

Errr.. not quite. We forgot the prerequisite fiasco at the airport. The plane's jet fuel pump was faulty! (or something like that). Flight delayed until next morning! The the Nitin-Changi Airport curse strikes again!

Cue fade off into sunrise...