Reading in Cafes
One of my favourite travel rituals is to spend an hour or two in a café, simply reading a book. It’s a delightful pause from sightseeing — a small pocket of time to savour a flaky croissant, a warm cup of coffee, with a story in hand. In those moments, there’s a sense of stillness, a peacefulness that makes me feel utterly content.
But some people don’t quite understand it: “Can’t you just do that in Singapore? Why go so far, only to sit in a café and read?” Well, yes, I could read at home — and I do. But life back home is often filled with schedules, commitments, and constant motion. Reading while traveling feels entirely different; there’s no one waiting for me, no other place I need to be. Time passes effortlessly, without rush or expectation.
There’s also something special about the change in setting. A precious friend of mine puts it perfectly: when you're abroad, the everyday is made special. The people are different — their gestures, conversations, and mannerisms are refreshingly new. This makes people-watching more intriguing, the surroundings more vibrant — and the experience of reading in this set-up more dynamic and engaging.
At the end of the day, reading, for me, is the ultimate solo activity — a chance to turn inward. Much like a pilgrimage, solo travel allows space for reflection, curiosity, and wonderment. In a foreign café, with a book in hand, I can lose myself in the world on the page, while feeling quietly connected to the world around me.
How about you? Is there something you love to do when you travel — something that feels uniquely special, even if it’s possible back home? What small rituals or moments make your travels feel complete?
