The city is magical at this hour. Absolutely silent. Dead quiet. A city of five million people and you can hear your own heartbeat. In a few hours Singapore will be pulsing with life, but now all is cool, still and tranquil.
We've made it this far on our journey back to Papua. We'll be here a few more days before pushing off to Jakarta and then on to Sentani.
Reading G.K. Chesterton's Orthodoxy right now, a delightful read that has you alternating between rapidly turning pages and putting the pages down and digesting what you've just read. Chesterton is eminently quotable; here's one for today:
...if a man would make his world large, he must be always making himself small.