discs

Since day 1, the burning thought of a flying disc has been throbbing through our entangled brains. The first time Nathan saw the large fields of the popular game of football (or soccer for you Americans) dotting the vast landscapes of Singapore, he realized that these were perfect for a frisbee. One unanimous vote decided our fate. Thus a new adventure began.

We looked through almost all the malls in the country:

"'EY! it's a sports store! they should by all means have a frisbee!!"

Our hopes were dashed:

"Hey wait, Dan, that's the twelfth one we've visited...do you really think these guys will have one?"

It was only until halfway through the trip that we got anywhere on our journey for these discs.
A Giant (store...but not the kind in America, as this one had random items in it, and didn't sell as much food as it sold clothes...and sporting goods.) held our precious kin. S$10 (10 Singapore dollars) was the only thing between us and a frisbee. By now, Nathan had emailed a professional frisbee seller located in Singapore and asked our friend's wife, (whose husband is none other than the chief officer of traffic in Singapore) who was a producer of Asia's ESPN channel, if she could use her connections to net us a quality disc.

Minutes after we bought the frisbee, it was smoothly cutting through the air from Lee to Lee, and Lee to McMullin. And McMullin to Lee.

Good times.