I’m slowing making inroads into the role of ‘global traveller’. I still find it slightly surreal being 15 hours ahead of the US (essentially knowing how the day’s going to end before my family and friends even know how it’s going to begin). I installed Skype for the first time today, and I find myself wondering how anyone ever managed frequent travel around the world before the internet.

I had an interesting experience at lunch today. My Indian colleague took me out to a place that he raved about – nominally, it was a French place – but one taste of the food told me that it had come straight from the packet and straight into the microwave. I wonder if my palate for Indian food is similarly underdeveloped, and I’ve been guiding people to the worst, least-authentic Indian restaurants in the UK all these years?

It’s all a trade-off, of course. If you want good, authentic food, you’ve got to risk a dodgy stomach (as I can attest after my visit to the steamboat place on Sunday night and my subsequent visits to the loo for the rest of the week — turns out I’d spoken too soon with my previous post). If you play it safe, you end up with microwaved crap at a mock-French bistro. Or sitting in your room ordering room service…

I’m looking forward to the weekend, when hopefully I won’t be so tired or under pressure to get something out the door, and can explore everything that Singapore has to offer properly.