The following is an excerpt from an email I wrote to a friend in America whilst I’ve been staying in Singapore for work… This missive from an old colonial ‘Black and White’ house in a leafy Singapore suburb. I go running every morning in 80% humidity/90f heat and every morning I am accompanied a little of the way by the most vivid blue Kingfisher. The birdlife here is amazing and I can spend huge tracts of time just staring into the trees. There are monkeys here which scare everyone and local lore has it that you mustn’t look them in the eyes because they find this directly offensive and will attack. There are the most amazing squirrels that jump huge distances from palm to palm. And the noise of the birdsong is beautiful and incessant broken only by the afternoon cicada contest. This morning during my run I passed an old Chinese lady who was collecting large, round, green fruit from a tree in her garden. I stopped to ask her what they were and she said they were green mangoes. She told me how to tell when they are ripe and gave me one. I was thrilled as I lumbered, sweating home with my swag.