Singapore, the Lion City with no Lions
Despite setting my alarm for 2:30 in the morning of March the 3rd, it wasn't until 3:40 that I woke up, clocking in a solid three and a half hours of sleep. This was a serious problem; in five minutes I was supposed to be leaving the house for a five day trip to Singapore, and I hadn’t packed. Luckily it turns out speed-packing is a hidden talent of mine, and my host dad and I were out the door by 3:50 am, rolling suitcase and carry-on backpack in tow, just as our taxi pulled up. The taxi driver turned out to be a friend of my host father's from high school, and not only was he taking me to my school, he was also heading to the airport afterwards to drop my host dad off for a work trip to Japan. We drove through the empty streets, me trying to sleep and stressing about the 500 ml bottle of conditioner I had, half awake, forgotten not to pack, and my host dad and his friend chatting away about the good old days. We reached my school, I unloaded my bags, and the taxi promptly s