If Singapore was a person it would be an overbearing mother. One with multiple bachelor’s degrees and qualifications from a life spent studying hard and working harder so she can provide for her children and expect more in return. She would have nets around her children’s trampoline, plastic on the furniture and gates around the stairs. She would petition to have contact sports banned from schools and sporting participation would be more important than winning and subject to grades and completion of homework.
Yes. I definitely packed the bag myself. It was only an hour ago before a short cab ride here; a collection of dirty clothes, crumpled pamphlets, a couple of books and a damp towel – the standard inventory after a few weeks on the road. Definitely no drugs or weapons, and I would have been surprised if someone had managed to sneak any in while I wasn’t looking. But for some reason this Filipino airport official had taken a liking to my well-travelled, decade-old backpack.