Uncle Leslie and Chris have been asking for a new island book ever since I hit the final full stop in the last one. When I finally returned to Singapore, they called the following morning to check if the new island book was ready. I appreciate their support and hope I can switch my phone back on now.
Stephanie, Mei Lin and the MCIA team soon whipped me into shape. Bernard made sense of my journey with a damn fine map and took the terrifically sexy cover shot of new Singapore. (All at Marina Bay Sands were good sports to finally let me get my feet wet.) As for the peerless Katharine, well, she remains an editor beyond compare. We started our island journey more than 10 years ago and she still scares the crap out of me.
Honourable handshakes must also go to Ben Slater for supporting my search for Saint Jack and Singapore’s Otterman, N. Sivasothi, for answering my daft questions about wildlife, mangroves, escaped fugitives and haunted houses.
As always, I must thank my wonderful wife for tolerating my lost days in the jungle and my daughter for occasionally playing Dora to my Diego. I now look forward to her notes on Singapore.