So all I’ve been doing since coming back to this sweltering little island is stuff myself. And stuff myself up good.

The most addictive ramen and broth I’ve tasted outside Tokyo. Poached eggs and smoked salmon in hollandaise sauce, pancakes and really, Jones’ brunch all day long. Kangaroo meat, Chilean seabass and duck confit at The Moomba. Masterchef Cheok’s chickenating good dinner. Exorbitantly priced sangria that really was, bad red wine. More Korean before the devastating loss that was Korea-Argentina. And the largest platter of beef horfun I’ve ever seen which B and C demolished easily before my feeble eyes.

There are bigger guts out there than mine. I’ve been myopic.