Soggy Singapore

No more Rabid Dogs.
Another 7,352 miles until home.
Home for 12 days of Christmas build up.
Our bags have broke, burst, torn and were fined for being overweight, but they're holding it together!

It is illegal to walk out of a public toilet here without flushing.

I may be in Singapore but I'm as Irish as the next fella who orders a toasted ham & cheese sandwich and a pint of Guinness after climbing Cruach Phádraig of a foggy Match morn.
Due to this fact, the humidity knocks me for six here.
I can't function at optimum, all unnecessary systems have shutdown, such as attention span, spacial awareness, multi-tasking and the higher levels of the common sense spectrum.
Here's to hoping essential ones don't start going as well! :)

Another side effect of being Irish, is that we're never happy unless we're giving out.
Needless to say, over the last...nine or ten weeks, we've done our fair share of passive nagging on what we've seen.

Sorry, the humidity is getting to my anti-rambling-on gland.
I digress.

We're in Singapore, and to be honest, it's not that bad being back.
Would I recommend people to holiday here, or stay for a while going to a far away destination?
You bet your ass I wouldn't.
But we're enjoying it!

Today is our last day without any plans. Tomorrow will involve a flight, and a stay in the U.A.E.
The day after will see us continue on from there to Dublin.

I've no pics for this post, but I'll do another post when I'm home, about these last few days.
Take it as a "Jerry's Final Thought" post.

We're looking forward to staying a night in Abu Dhabi, but not to the cost of a hotel there!
Anywhoo, I'll go now before I waffle on anymore.

Chat ya from Ireland, or perhaps Abu Dhabi if I'm bored! :)