House Papa

House papas make sure the house never runs out of toilet paper. And they also drag your 30kg luggage a good way down the Paters Oblaten hill while you lumber clumsily behind with your backpack, which is considerably lighter.


This is Kin Yew. The (my?) house papa. Here, he is posing serenely with the monster. It is a half-candid shot because he was supposed to look exhausted but totally misrepresented his intentions because he looks like an 80's chinese pin-up looking in the yonder distance.

This is the real deal. He was completely K-O'ed. But I'm not that mean okay, I repaid his kindness with 500 grams of bak kwa.

And house papas also let you stay in their rooms while they go away to Sweden. Not without instructions, of course.

Dear housepapa, what I want to know is this. Did you leave this note for me, or for our resident hunky Italian stag Giancarlo? Eh?