Snippets from the Singapore Trishaw Rendezvous

Snippets from the Singapore Trishaw Rendezvous

“In 1991,” I tell my best friend imitating my dad’s best nostalgic old man voice, “when I was a kindergarten, I used to take a trishaw to go to school.”

How much Singapore has changed. You know you’re getting old when you start stories with the year and constantly reference back to “my time”. It didn’t help that the trishaw uncle was doing the same. Continue reading Snippets from the Singapore Trishaw Rendezvous