+travel+ I'm coming home, I've done my time.

"Muahaha! Eat my dust!"

Good bye Dhaka.

Say what you will, Singapore is the best!

Well, except for the latest knife-wielding rampaging youth gangs: There's no place like home.

I guess I'm a little biased here, after all I am sitting comfortably in a traffic jam on the way to the airport, with an old one-legged beggar scratching pitifully on my window.

Ugh, I have no money left to give out!

Now a skeletal looking young woman with an impossibly small baby is tapping on my window. My fingers inch towards the auto-window button, but my driver notices and master locks all the windows from his front seat.

Yay, traffic is moving! Cars start zooming off, the beggars are surprisingly agile, jumping out of the way and back onto the sidewalk.

I feel hollowly guilty, as all I can think of is "Muahaha! Eat my dust!"