apparently, i gave niccku, my host the wrong date for my flight, so he wasn't expecting me i until the next day....so there i was at the airport...no one was there to meet me, and i had no sing (singapore dollars) with which to take a cab or pay for a hotel. i spent the night on the floor of what is boasted as being the nicest airport in the world....( it really is nice....it had a swimming pool)...anyhow, at 6am i finally got some sing in my pocket, but i couldn't get to the address or phone number of niccku until the internet place opened at 10am, so i opted to wander chinatown in the meantime....with a barrage of little singaporeans trying to sell me an ocean of useless crap, i'm amazed i head the little woman pushing her way through the crowd yelling "new york! new york!" at me. she finally made it over to me and grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go...she turned out to be niccku's grandmother, and she didn't let go of me until i was released into niccku's custody...small world when you're a 6 foot tattooed guy in singapore.....
so, to combat the jet lag, i got up this morning, and ran my ass off.....it felt good to be exhausted after 2 frustrating days of somehow being tired and restless at the same time. Then niccku took me to breakfast. we sat in an open-air cafeteria fashioned after an airport parking garage,i'm still not sure what i ate. noodles sprinkled with little tiny crunchy fish and the hottest of hot sauces, accompanied by a half-cooked egg in a bowl, which you're supposed to pour this almost black brown syrup onto, mix together into a dark brown yolky slime, and drink....it's niccku's favorite....we differ in opinions on many things....
then we went to the beach, where i swam like the dickens and farted into the south china sea.
now i'm back at the shop, finished my drawing, and am waiting for my first client to show up...
i feel like a rock-star here....yesterday niccku took me around to all the other tattoo shops in town to play show and tell with his very own american tattooer....i still haven't paid for anything, they won't let me....anyhow, my guy just showed up, but more to come....
yours,
scott