A Geylang Journey

I have never walked the streets of Geylang at 11am, from lorong 22 to lorong 36. It was, how do I put it, strangely nostalgic and strangely foreign. I felt like a tourist from somewhere else. 

Whisking through the corridors, I could smell whiffs of scented incense. Yes, it was a nostalgic scent. Sweet and choking at the same time. It was drizzling. Stopping at a Toto kiosk, Hubby went in to get lucky. Hanging on one side of the wall was a very retro-looking wall clock. One that had a turning mechanism to move a spiraling graphic as the second hand ticked on. Wow. I was convinced that I was on the other side of time. The 70s, 80s era. 

I had to say I had enjoyed it, even though we didn't get the bathroom items we set out to get. 

"Inspired."