I didn’t ride a bike in Singapore and to be honest I didn’t want to. Spending three days in Singapore made meÂ gratefulÂ to live in a great cycling city like Adelaide. While I do sometimes complain about the infrastructure that we do have, at least we have it, and we have a political structure that gives us a voice.
Of the people that I did see riding bikes, I only saw one person wearing a helmet and they were riding a reasonable looking road bike. Who was it that said that mandatory helmet laws stop people from cycling?
I saw one bike shop, and I saw a heck of a lot of other types of shops and shopping centres in Singapore.
Singapore’s population at the 2012 census was Â 5,312,400, that’s 7,315 people perÂ km2Â (wikipedia). If Singapore invested time and money into planning it’s transport infrastructure then imagine how many cars would be off the roads?!
A cleaner greener Singapore would be amazing!
My Dad’s got Parkinson’s and I feel like he’s accepting it better than I am.
He’s been diagnosed for 7 years now so I should be used to it.
I feel ripped off. He’s a great bloke. It’s not bloody fair and I’m angry and sad and I feel helpless. Sometimes he can’t walk in the mornings and he gets stuck in doorways and he can’t do all the things we used to do together.
I’m about to head overseas (this coming Saturday) on a trip for two months that’s been organised for ages so I’m staying at my parents place this week. It’s really hit me how his condition has deteriorated. I feel selfish to be travelling.
I feel really alone with this. My friends are buying houses, getting married and having babies. I need someone to talk to who understands how I’m feeling. Someone who is in the same boat.
I have a confession to make.Â There are several phobias I have.
Last night @sonjabarfoed dared me to write a blog post about one of them, so here it is.
I have an intense dislike of…
DENTISTS WITH BEARDS
The risk of some man’s beard hair falling in my open mouth and me choking on it, or god forbid, SWALLOWING IT is too revolting to contemplate. There is no way that you will EVER get me to make an appointment with a dentist with a beard.
When I moved to Wagga Wagga, I called around the dental surgeries there and asked if they had dentists with beards. Seriously.