retroactive postscript

By the way, the last day in Singapore wasn't great for food but I did track down the elusive Bobo Chacha (no relation to Chichi Dango. Really.) It turned out to be a bowl of sweetened milk and shaved ice contaning cubes of taro, sweet potato, and multicolored, chewy, sweet gelatinous chunks. Not bad, but the Viennese don't have anything to worry about, dessert-wise (sorry, Chun).