Singapore is living up to its name - because every night I hear these guys and girls snoring, I contemplate the ultimate sin and smothering them with a pillow. After I get out of Singapore, it's hotels for the rest of the Asia leg of my trip. At least now, it's only one person with the nasal ramblings all night long. He's right above me, so every time he starts snoring, I kick the bottom of his bed, careful not to snap the pine boards holding up his bunk. It ...

Hungry after flying for more than 18 hours, I easily find my hostel - A Beary Good Hostel - throw my stuff into the locker, and run out to get some food. No chains, definitely no McDonalds. Walking around Chinatown, I quickly realize that I am seriously a minority. One white guy for every hundred Asians, maybe. This is going to be a crazy place. Every square inch of this part of Singapore is a tourist trap - selling wares from cheap clothes (but expensiv...