When we arrived at our Villa (um, a house with barbed wire) I looked at the terrible view, falling apart shacks, mangy cats, power lines hanging and I was struck with the enormity of how badly I have managed to mess up my own life despite all the wonderful forces gently directing me in the other direction. I then REALLY lost it, sobbing and clutching onto him.
Our conversation went:
Our conversation went:
“I wan to come to Singapore with you!! I what to come to Singapore! Can I come to Singapore???!”
“This was your crazy idea!"
“I can’t be without you!”
“You’re not without me. I’m right here. I’m here for three weeks."
“I can’t be without you! How are you doing it? How are you staying so strong?"
“One of us has to”
“Can I come to Singapore? Even if I don’t have job? I will do anything!”
“You can come to Singapore anytime you want. I’ve always told you that. You can come tomorrow. You could come in three weeks”
“I need to so much. I almost lost you.!”
All VERY unattractive!
So we had a shower and a sleep and woke up and things seemed a bit better. We went for supper at a local place with beer on tap and men sitting at little tables drinking whisky, eating noodle soups and feeding the chicken bones to mangy kittens under the table, which was oddly relaxing. A nice Burmese lady who spoke a tiny bit of english went out of her way to take care of us because it was so obvious we were fresh off the boat. No one stared. I said "Um, sorry about that before." He said "Its ok. I knew you were going to crack. I just didn't know when. It was sooner rather than later I guess."
