After being told that we can’t take them onto the subway, we ride our bikes from the airport into the heart of Singapore. It’s rush hour at this point and we’re riding the daily commute along with everyone else, only on two wheels instead of four. Did you know cars drive on the left side of the road in Singapore? The country, whose official language is English, is lined with designer stores and I can’t help but feel like I’m riding through Manhattan. In the short time that we’re here, Justin spends the days meeting with distributors, and Brendan and I take in the ultra-modern city-state on foot. We dodge downpours to visit the Buddha Tooth Relic Temple, which leaves us speechless... We feast on incredible food and enter a temple barefoot for the first time in Little India… We spot our first monks… We write notes on “wishing spheres” to celebrate Singapore’s 50 years of independence… We stumble upon people escaping the midday sun... And we familiarize ourselves with Southeast Asia's toilet of choice. When it gets dark, we take in the holiday decorations... Eat homemade tofu... And wander through Chinatown's night markets, where kitsch souvenirs remind us to live life in color... Singapore is a beautiful country, but it's a bit tame for our tastes. When our time here comes to an end, we're ready to move on to more foreign territory. On our last day, rain falls heavily and we suit up to ride out of the country with no idea what we're about to encounter at the border crossing.