Home to humid and hot Singapore! We Singaporeans never stop complaining, and one of the things we love to grouse about the most (at least for me) is how bad our weather is. A lot of people I met often tell me how beautiful the weather is in Singapore, but I guess that’s coming from people who have weather in their own countries that are usually too cold to walk about outside without wearing at least 2 layers. Most of them are in countries where summer is just perhaps two or so months out of the twelve, and often times they are only in Singapore for a short stay to truly understand that pain of day-to-day living in such climatic conditions. But oh well I am sure there are places that are worse off, but when you go somewhere and enjoy nice cool weather and return to the muggy air here, I can only complain as I wipe off perspiration that forms on my forehead.
Last Friday ended a little early since it was the last day and the colleagues were heading off that evening. We encountered congestion on the autobahn along the way and I was wondering if they were so worried about not making their flights that they would throw me out of the car instead of giving me a ride. Well, thankfully they didn’t do that, and I assumed they made it to their respective flights.
When the sun made its very slow descent, while it was still dusk and shadows started to grow longer, the atmosphere became so much cooler. Zurich was seeing some really extreme weather conditions too, in terms of fluctuations in temperatures. The lowest I experienced while I was there might have been 10 deg Celsius, and the highest was above 30. With the dryness in the air, somehow the sun beams that bore down on my skin seemed to burn more, so I think I might have grown a few shades darker after being out in the sun so much over the weekend.
It was a little cold that Friday night, and I was really tired because this second week, work was a little more intense so we worked later, meaning I had much lesser sleep, also since I tend to wake up early in the mornings. But I stayed out late in the city anyhow, way past sunset that usually happens at about 930pm or 10pm. Then I was trying to catch the last train that goes back to my hotel area, but I had to stop along the bridge to the Zurich HB station and take a photo. No matter how bad the resolution of this picture is or how it does not even capture 1% of the beauty of the scene I still love what I saw and hope I can share it via this sole take that I have.
I have seen some postcards on sale with the view of the city, its rivers and bridges, in various settings, but the most breathtaking ones being the city bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun. Unfortunately I hadn’t a chance for any such picture, but the night scene comes a close second for me. Zurich is a beautiful place, albeit extremely expensive, and the most pricey city I have been to thus far! But the conditions of me being here this time probably marred whatever enjoyment I could get from admiring the scenery and seeing the Alps as I went for that one-time jog.
So the flight back home was a full flight and again I couldn’t manage a wink of sleep. Somehow the person sitting behind wasn’t sleeping and I wonder if he might have been on an overdose of steroids because each action he took was done with so much force, like getting something out of the seat pocket, stowing the tray table, typing on his laptop… each move made my seat jolt so much I wasn’t able to even begin to fall asleep. So when I got home at 7am this morning, I was awake for about 20 hours, with interrupted 5- or 6-hour slumbers the past few nights. After unpacking and taking a much-needed shower, I crashed into bed and slept for about 5 hours. That’s the kind of naps that I take.