For almost as long as we’ve known him, Chor Pat has talked about coming to see us in Singapore. It was one of the first things he vowed to do when he finally found a job after becoming homeless. That night, as we celebrated over dinner in Temple Street, he outlined his travel plans and made us promise to be his tour guides.
That was nearly a year ago. Chor Pat’s seen plenty of ups and downs since then – bosses who treated him badly, another brush with homelessness, new jobs, new setbacks. But every time he picked himself up, Chor Pat would repeat the same promise, “I’m going to come visit you some day.”
This last weekend he finally made it.
We had a blast.
We visited the Night Safari and had fun scaring each other inside the bat enclosure. Said hi to Sir Stamford Raffles and posed for a gazillion photographs next to the Merlion.
Chor Pat really liked ice kachang and Hokkien noodles. He enjoyed his crab beehoon and sambal squid but wasn’t terribly impressed with or luak – called it a sub-standard version of Hong Kong’s oyster cakes.
And he loved, loved, loved prawn mee.