A few comparisons between London and Singapore


I walked to the railway station today; that alone was a longer commute than I’ve had for the last two-and-a-half years. It’s August, most of the way through the British summer, and I missed the heat wave by a couple of weeks, so it’s chilly by Singaporean standards. That’s quite nice; I get to walk around for more than a couple of minutes without perspiring. It’s the little things you miss.

As the train pulled in, I felt strangely disorientated. There was no protective door between me and the train, nothing to stop me reaching out and touching it as it went past. Have I grown so accustomed to the safety doors on Singapore’s MRT that an open platform is a strange and terrifying thing?

Went to London. It wasn’t as hot as in the Tropics. The transport infrastructure is different.

At Brixton, the feeling of dislocation would have been much worse. There’s those statues of commuters, perpetually waiting patiently for their trains, never boarding. You don’t get statues like those in Singapore. Either everything is dynamic and thrusting, or peering down on you from a pedestal like Stamford Raffles. Probably less bird shit too.

In fact, come to think of it I don’t remember seeing any bird shit in Singapore at all, apart from the time something crapped on my Kindle from a great height as I was walking to work. (And that was the merest spot of guano, too.) Maybe as well as banning chewing gum, the government banned avian evacuations. Who knows?


One response to “A few comparisons between London and Singapore”

  1. Blimey I go away for one weekend and everything happens.

    It’s flippin cold in England, chilly by my standards never mind Singapore’s. My perception has possibly been exacerbated by the fact that I spent the weekend in Loughborough.

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