Lucky Number Seven

So I've touched down in Singapore, and with it me and my trusty rucksack have arrived in continent number seven. Here it is near a stream in New Zealand, early in continent six.



Continent number seven has come significantly later than continent number one, Europe, which I arrived in some twenty-nine years ago. Now I just need to swim in every ocean (I'm missing the Pacific) and after that I guess it's tectonic plates (here are the rules - flying over them doesn't count, sailing over them does; I think I'm missing six).

Singapore isn't exactly the jewel in the Asian crown and I'm having to be very careful not to chew gum, jay walk or eat on the subway. The heroin smuggling I'm less worried about. Apparently bungy jumping was illegal here until a few years ago, but I don't imagine they had many illegal bungy jumps before then.

My plan was to spend three days here before flying to Bangkok but I forgot to figure in the extra leap year day. I think four days here could drive me insane, so I've decided to leave tomorrow by bus and to head for Malaysia. The only things I know about Malaysia is that there's a big tower in Kuala Lumpur and that there are Orang Utans in Borneo.

I am determined to see at least one of these phenomena.