I made it to Singapore in one piece, with all my stuff– I love Singapore Airlines, I truly do– and am now in my dad’s apartment. After 20 hours flying, I cannot begin to describe the psychic dislocation that comes from being in a gated community called the Caribbean that is popular with expat Australians and Americans.

On the other hand, I hear that the Olympic-sized pool and weight rooms are world class, and the steam bath is not to be missed. So I plan to stretch and lift and cardio all the food that the flight attendants kept trying to serve me. I said no to a lot, but the problem is, when you’re being offered things like tuna sashimi, chilean sea bass, and lamb satay, it’s easy to rationalize having just one. And maybe just another one.