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Nothing like packing to go to a Muslim country (Malaysia) to make you realize what a high percentage of your wardrobe consists of tank tops. Besides tank tops-plus-deslutifying-cover-ups, my suitcase contains:

  • Nearly stamp-free passport
  • Nearly unread guidebooks
  • Yummy-delicious malaria pills
  • My favorite Save the Turtles T-shirt
  • Cara’s novel manuscript, which I hope is PG-13 enough for Singapore censors
  • Two friendly cats

At least a couple of these items will have to be unpacked. Maybe if I’d read my guidebooks, I would know whether I’m a paranoid dork for thinking that Singapore might actually care about my reading material. So far the guidebooks say things like, “Remember, sodomy is a crime in Singapore. But the main gay district is at such and such street….” Confusing, but exciting. I love worlds-inside-worlds, I love the lengths people go to in order to have fun. Of course by “people,” I don’t mean me. I suspect I wouldn’t be so good at leading a cultural resistance inside a totalitarian regime, but who knows, I’ve never tried.

Anyway, I’m off. I don't know if I'll be able to travelblog. According to B, who is definitely a paranoid dork, if a cute one, all Internet cafes these days put some kind of password-stealing software on their computers. So when my entries start getting crazy, you'll know why: Some cafe owner has stolen my password and is blogging as Bread and Bread.

See you in two and a half weeks!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Wow! How exciting - have a wonderful time, and hope to see lots of pictures posted when you return!
October 5, 2005 at 5:18 AM
Cheryl said…
Thanks! But just to warn you, I'm not the best photographer. When I went to Prague in March a few years ago, I wondered why all my pictures had a gray ghost in them. I was kind of excited about it (King Wenceslas, is that you?!)until I realized that it was my gloved finger.
October 5, 2005 at 9:06 AM
the last noel said…
I am sooooo envious. Have a blast. Drink lots of water in that tropical weather.
October 6, 2005 at 7:56 AM
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