Side note - another interesting part of living in the tropics is that if you open a box of cereal, bag a chips, packet of cookies and do not finish it immediately you must put what is left into the fridge. Otherwise often within a matter of minutes whatever you left out will be transformed into a limp pile of mush by the ever present humidity.

Anyway, when Kingsley and I returned from Bali there was literal NOT A THING in the house to eat which required a late night rendezvous to the grocery store to remedy. This normally would be fine, but somehow we missed that it was a Sunday evening which I am now convinced is the night that every other Singaporean goes shopping. Lets just say it was painful...we waited in line to get our grocery cart, weigh our produce, and to buy our groceries. But that was nothing compared to the taxi line to get our groceries home. After an hour and a half in the grocery store just to pick up a few essentials we waited another hour plus in the taxi line. It was almost midnight by the time we arrived home and Kingsley and I were both pretty traumatized. In fact I'm pretty sure Kingsley would be very happy to never set foot in a grocery store again!

Take away message- NEVER EVER go shopping on a Sunday evening in Singapore.