|The poolside garden at the Park Hotel, Clarke Quay, Singapore|
My face was sweating within minutes.
My back was wet.
My butt was wet.
There was water running between my boobs.
It was only 29 degrees but the air was thick and the humidity was maximised.
All this at 10.30pm!
All I could think was, God help us in the full sun of day tomorrow.
I was right. Tomorrow is today. And today was bloody hot.
Huge applause to the kids who trained for three hours in the Singapore heat. How the hell they managed to keep going is beyond me. I was struggling to move from butt cheek to butt cheek on my seat in the shade let alone running full lengths of the field with a ball attached to my toe.
Thank goodness coaches had the foresight to organise training for an 8.30am start. Our afternoon was spent in an air conditioned mall buying more football boots (because apparently 12 year old feet grow at a rate of knots and boots only last 3 months) and then taking a dip in the hotel pool before boarding back on the bus for the official welcoming dinner.
|The official shoe wardrobe of an Aussie on a footy tour - thongs are mandatory|
Hello Singapore. So pleased to meet you. Why so hot?