Imprisoned in Singapore, by my own clumsiness

Today I had planned to go to Pulau Ubin and Changi Village. Despite being right by the airport they're two relatively undeveloped areas of Singapore, and I had pictured wooden fronted shops, low-rise buildings, and maybe even the occasional wooden shack. I had planned to bicycle round the island and wave at the locals, and then stop for tea before taking the ferry back from Pulau Ubin to Changi, and casually drifting back towards Michelle and Alec's flat. Essentially it would have been my first trip to South East Asia, because there's something about Singapore the city that doesn't really count. It's too safe. It's too clean. It's too air-conditioned. Pulau Ubin wasn't going to be like that, I thought. It would be a taste of what I could expect while touring the rest of the region.

But I lost my key. I discovered this after Michelle and Alec had both left for work. I cannot therefore leave the flat, as I'm unable to lock the door from the outside.

Instead, I made another discovery, realising I couldn't even go out to fetch food from the nearby food courts and hawker stalls. A first in my experience and possibly unique to Singapore, I received a McDelivery. Within half an hour of phoning and placing my order, a McSpicy Meal and a list of additional items I'm too embarrassed to append here arrived right at the door, for just $3 more than I would have paid at the restaurant. The McSpicy is one of McDonalds' local specialities, like the McOz in Australia (sadly now discontinued). And it's spicy. I'm still feeling it now, three hours later, but I kind of like that. The fries were like twigs when they got here, but other than that everything was just as you'd have it in the restaurant (you can judge for yourself how good or bad that is).

I'll go to Pulau Ubin next time.