Flat Stanley Project

There's this project called the Flat Stanley Project, and what participants of this project do is take a paper cutout of a character called Flat Stanley and take pictures of him in their lives - it's like a travel journal of sorts for Stanley, because the magic of this project is that it involves people from all over the world.

So my friend Pablo (I knew him from when I first joined Twitter a few years back) asked me to help him with this project because his brother (at least, I think that's his brother) is doing it for school. The instructions? Bring Stanley around, maybe show him a famous landmark or two in the country and take pictures of where he goes and what he does.

Of course, no one said I couldn't take some extra photos...

This is Stanley!

And he's made a new (maybe slightly overenthusiastic) friend.

It's his first time in Singapore, and Stanley was excited to take the bus...

And the train...

And Stanley was very excited to see the Merlion - he'd never seen a lion with a fish's tail before!

Stanley enjoying the view at the office's rooftop.


I'm definitely having way too much fun with this.
AFTER LUNCH: Yes there definitely are more.

Stanley got hungry...

But then decided that an ice cream for such a hot day was obviously the better choice.

He made friends with the ice cream man too!
(Sneaky lil' guy, he knows hows how to score a free ice cream now)


Then Stanley went to visit a few well-known places around Chinatown...

And then he made a few friends...

And also with a slightly bigger one.

And at this point Stanley has no more pictures to show because his slightly overenthusiastic friend had to rush back to the office because her lunch break was over.

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