Day 13: Changi Village & Mommy's home cooked meal

Confucius say, "When life hands you lemons, and it comes in the form of raging diarrhea, what the hell, have some chili." Nah, I'll have duck porridge instead, please. Not at all oily, just lusciously rich in flavor without brutalizing my ever so fragile whitey intestines. Evil local had first offered me Tar Kway Teow, a rice noodle soup with chili sauce, oyster sauce, fried onions, oil, minced pork and fish cake. I declined while evil local indulged.

Breakfast dessert was gotten from the Malay Muslim bakery. A light smattering of treats consisting of red bean bread roll (enough to feed 12,) banana sponge muffins, and Kueh Selat (kaya/coconut with glutinous rice.) Kind of bland. Bland? Perhaps it's just the Chinese Singaporeans who are trying to kill me. Thank you, Malay lady.

Back at local's house, mommy made din din of salmon, otak otak, rice, special pressure-cooked bbq pork, and THEE most delicious eggplant with fish sauce and chili bean paste.

What's this? A pharmacy?!
Pharmacist, "Yah! Can help you?!"
Me, "Do you have something for upset stomach and diarrhea (big smile)?"
Pharmacist, "How long have diarrhea?!"
Me, "Since Friday."
Pharmacist, "WHAAAAAA?!"
I've used more medicinal products on this trip than I have in the last decade. Singapore, you will not eat me alive! I will eat YOU! Bwaaahhaahahaha... and yet, tomorrow is another day. *cue Gone with the Wind music*