Return to Singapore
And it’s back to that little island state somewhere above and to the left of the map from Jakarta - assuming you know where to find Jakarta on the map - just a few months after the previous sojourn. Initially, this was going to be like that last trip, as in asking my brother Hanief who lives in Singapore with his family to score me a ticket before they sell out, and then starving myself so I can save up enough to pay for the travel arrangements. But if the office wants to send me there on assignment, to cover the very thing I was going to watch anyway…hey, that works, too.
In case you’re wondering what I’m going on about, tomorrow morning I’m flying to Singapore for the Coldplay gig. The gig’s on Monday night, but I figured why not use the weekend for extra relaxation and spend some time with the siblings (Halief will be coming down from Malaysia too). I enjoyed my last time in Singapore, and I have a good feeling that this time is going to be great, too.
It’s a shame Jakarta isn’t on Coldplay’s itinerary; it doesn’t seem to be on any decent, relevant act’s itinerary of late, as a matter of fact, all we keep on getting is bloody Toto again. And apparently Westlife, too. The Singapore Tourism Board will be making a killing due to the amount of upper-middle-class-and-higher Indonesians heading over there just to catch a decent gig by a decent international act. I’m quite sure I’ll see a boatload of familiar faces over there.
And just as decent bands start coming over again, some arsehole terrorist blows stuff up again. Obviously there are more important things to worry about in the wake of a terrorism incident than some trivial concerts, but wouldn’t it be great if Indonesia didn’t have that irritating travel warning stamped on its metaphorical forehead? But as it is, it’s like we’re the lepers of South East Asia.
Ah, well. No point in worrying about something that’s entirely out of my hands. I’d better think about what I’ll say when I meet Coldplay in order to avoid babbling like a total idiot.