I was pulling into the city on the subway, looking around the neighborhoods, hearing the beeps and bells from the moving train and remember thinking it felt somewhat European.  When I left, I remember thinking of how I missed the depth of the good European cities.  These new monsters in Southeast Asia have their charm, and it's not fair to mark them after such brief, brief visits, but I can't help it.  Last time I left Italy, I left thinking everyone in the country was a complete fucker - and somehow I want to go back so much it hurts.  What can I say, I love fuckers!  Didn't meet enough of them in Singapore.  How can you in a country that executes its drug dealers?  No, seriously...I'm being serious.
