CRASH

Most mornings I leave my house at about 7:00, walk to the bus stop outside of Hotel Rendevous, wait ten minutes for the bus, ride twenty minutes to the bus, and rush into work, barely making it in time for seven fourty five devotion.

Most of the time the lights on all of the streetside vendors are just coming up, cars with businessmen are driving by, and a few old Chinese men are driving by on old tri-wheel bikes.

Yet, twice in a month I've managed to move my tired hind end out of bed a little early, and I think Singapore even fifteen minutes earlier is an entirely different place. At six fourty five it is still dark and no shops are open except the Seven Eleven.

Unfortunately, the two times that I have gotten out of bed earlier I have also seen two minor car accidents. The first crash was on Tuesday when I saw two taxi cabs crash into each other. Today, I woke up early and saw that two busses had hit each other at the exact same intersection. Fortunately, both accidents were low speed and nobody was hurt in either crash.

I can only guess at the cause. Maybe the public transport guys are driving all night and they are on their last leg before the seven o'clock hour.