The gods were angry on the morning of my departure from Singapore. The hard rain machine-gunned the taxi as I arrived at Terminal 3, a crumpled ticket to Melbourne in hand that hinted at a return in five weeks, if I were to survive. I looked skyward and yelled ‘Oh mighty gods, do not be angry! I go forth to bring back business revenue and vegemite!’. The gods were quiet as they checked their quarterly profit margins … and soon the rain ceased. My adventure had begun…