There is something deceptively easy about living on an island. You know every road will eventually connect with another unless it ends at the water. In Singapore there are only two bridges off the island. Avoid those and you are in an endless loop.
One might think that it would be hard to get lost. I have learned the hard way that it is easy to get lost, even when everything connects with itself. With my awareness of my navigational limitations, I have found that two aids make a real difference.
One can always rely on a GPS map. It may not work in all situations, especially when you are in one of the notorious dead spots, however, it does make a big difference. One does have the advantage of knowing where one went off the grid. One also has a rough idea where s/he is. With a bit of common sense, one can find one’s way back to a reference point that allows one to accurate plan one’s route.
Even better, one can ask. Singapore has four national languages, English being one of them. All road signs are in English. People in general understand English, although one can argue that Singlish is not always related to English.
As I explore different parts of the city, I have come to see that even when one seems to be lost, someone or something knows where you are. It is as if all roads have a purpose and place. It is a play on David’s thoughts from a long time ago; “From now on every road you travel will take you to God. Follow the Covenant signs; Read the charted directions.” (Psalm 25.10)
It is fun to explore different parts of Singapore. Each has its own character, personality, and feel. I realize that each tells me a bit more about the country and its people. I can worry about finding my way, but in its own way, even when I think I am lost, riding the streets is an invitation to discovering a window looking into Singapore’s heart.