What do you do when you've just spent a couple of hours under the sun and you're feeling all sticky and eeeky and you can't get home in time for a shower?
Why, you jump into a pool, of course.
If there is one reason why I would vote my country as the best place to live in, it would be that there is an a-maz-ing abundance of cheap public pools, all in easy accessibility wherever you may be. Yes, very very freakin' cheap - all of only one lolla per entry. If you choose to sunbake like the gay boys do, that's like thirty-cents per hour.
I feel a tad pity for my friends in countries where for one, there is nary a pool in sight which you can get to within an hour. Two, you can't get to even dip your toes in the pool without committing to some silly exhorbitant membership fee. And three, your swimsuits can jolly well hibernate and grow mould in the storage room for a good six months every year.
Tsk tsk, poor souls.
Yes, of course we do have the more atas ones who would pooh-pooh at public pools here, "Aiyo, so dirty, so many germs", and pay a ton for some club membership access to "cleaner and germ-less" pools.
But hey, I am a very strong, healthy, heartland ah-lian who loves eighty-cent kopi-o more than Starbucks really.
I am not complaining.
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