The Many Chiefs

We've been sleeping in on this trip. WAY in. It's been great for us all to catch up on sleep. We go to bed late, and with the exception of Econ Man who has to actually work early on this trip, the rest of us sleep till 10. Of course we go to bed at 11. But still, it cumulatively amounts to hours the likes of which I'll never sleep again. But it does present problems when your whole day shifts and begins in the afternoon. So today we sought out a very late lunch in one of many basement food courts strung out all over Singapore. So the whole of us, including in-laws, are for a whopping $16 US dollars. Hard to beat in a generally very expensive country like Singapore. My father-in-law was giddy at having spent so little. So after our deal of a lunch we hopped across the food court to their favorite hole in the wall massage place. My in-laws have made friends with the owner and his wife, both Christians. So, wanting to support their small business my in-laws have become regulars. And I have to say it is very cheap here--in and around the traditional food courts--to get massages. So today I spent all of $25 US inclusive of tip, to have an hour of reflexology. If you haven't had reflexology performed on your feet you're missing out on a real treat. I fell asleep in about 10 minutes and slept the whole of the massage. It was heaven. And my wonderful mother-in-law watched all three of my kiddos so I could spend one hour in quiet bliss. She's an angel.
So there is one thing you should know about us. We as a family are full of chiefs. I speak as one of them. And I speak for us all on this matter. We all have our own ideas of how things should go, where we should go and what we should do. All this makes for amusing and often misunderstood family time. So tonight a mix of two family chiefs won out and we went to the Raffles Hotel complex for dinner. The Raffles is a beautifully original colonial style building which has been a hotel since the mid-19th Century. It's an institution here and speaks to all such pomp and circumstance, law and order, left behind by the Brits before they left 47 years ago. And when we come to Singapore we always make a point of going there.
Tonight we ate Northern Indian cuisine at their buffet and midway through the meal Dashel suddenly disappears. We look around only to notice he has curled himself into a fetal ball in his chair, and is sound asleep. Hysterical. The waiter couldn't believe it. And it really is one of Dash's great traits: He can sleep anywhere and in any position if he's really tired. At Becca's wedding he slept during half the reception, slung over a corner chair like an old rag doll. He slept like that for almost two hours. Tonight's dinner was no different. The only problem was that when we returned home he was wide awake, and I'm positive he was the last one to go to sleep tonight.








































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