Friday, 18 July 2008

Stopover in Singapore

We were in the fortunate position of having somewhere to stay in Singapore, thanks to the hospitality of the legend that is Justin J Price. His apartment and swimming pool were a welcome reprise from life in hostels
As is often the case with this backpacking lark, we liked the place we visited more than we thought we would and stayed longer than we should.
Singapore is a strange but wonderful place. Stupidly modern, clean, tidy and efficient. Strangely bland but not soulless. At times it feels like some weird theme park, or as Justin noted, the film The Truman Show. Despite or maybe because of this, we really fell in love with the place, there's plenty to like and of interest in what appears at first to be quite a bland conservative place. The diverse mix of cultures is really interesting and the shopping possibilities, cuisine and architiecture are all amazing.
Nic with a massive Sri lankan crab, and a strangely happy Pete Doherty. He must've been hitting his pipe just before we met him

Front of a Chinatown street

Rubbish laden, air con unit clad of rear of a street in Chinatown

This procession of school children was part of a massive congregation of kids being brought together at a river side stadium to watch some type of formation aircraft display. It was surpervised by the army, and done with an order and precision that would be unimaginable at home. Even more bizarre was that it was just the practise for the forthcoming national day celebrations, not even the real deal.

This is Nicky enjoying the world's most expensive fruit juice. We visited the famous Raffles Hotel for a Singapore Sling at the Long Bar. It cost us a budget busting 10 pound each for this fruity, seemingly alcohol free delight, in what was admittedly very nice bar. I made sure I ate my own bosy weight in free monkey nuts to make up for the expense.

Singapore is all about rules and regulations. You can get fines for just about anything. Any minor indescretion is dealt with harshly, and people are encouraged to toe the line

The markets and foodhalls were incredible. Amazing food at amazing prices. The first pic is of Nic next to the Durian Fruit stall. Famously the world's stinkiest fruit. She was replused by the the smell, but I dont think its too bad.The Little India district was mobbed on Sunday night, and delivered a wonderful insight into how our time in India will be and one of the best curries I have ever had.

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