Slinging it to Singapore
Trip Start Mar 14, 2006
374Trip End Mar 15, 2007
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Arriving in good time having chosen the safer taxi option rather than the free town tour the last time I got the local bus here we all had to wait a little longer while the driver expertly fixed a dodgy luggage compartment fastening with a lighter and sledgehammer. I'm gonna miss Asia.
After another leg roomy bus ride the arrival at Singapore immigration soon let me know I was approaching wealth again even if it was simply because there was more than one immigration counter open for the first time in months.
Checking into the Inncrowd hostel, clean, friendly, expensive (Singapore in a nutshell really) I headed out for a walk around encountering enough shops and malls to keep any happy shopper happy for quite some time
Walking past Raffles hotel I stopped to take a few photos but currently wearing only flip flops, the equivalent of having shit on you shoes to them, I didn't try to even enter before continuing on down to the river past the large durian fruit like concert hall (minus the smell) with everything here being so squeaky clean it would probably smell of dettol if anything.
I found the white guy blonde-ish hair obsession descends as far south as here with a group of girls wanting their pictures taken with me which may have boost your ego somewhat until you remember these are the same people that choose a half lion mermaid monster as their city emblem with a statue of the odd Merlion spewing out water by the river.
Certainly no shortage of evidence around of British rule from the street names to the architecture with buildings like the city hall looking like they had been lifted straight from central London but only after a good scrub down first.
Met Rick and Helen from England back at the hostel as we planned to go the night safari here which they spared no expense on. The safari is more of a zoo but at night, although you can go around on little guided trams, with the animals supposedly being more active at night. Not that you can tell on some instances though, with some being impossible to see unless they wandered into the light and even then seemed about as active as I am in the mornings with one leopard appearing more dead than alive lazing on a tree branch.
In saying that though just walking around the dimly lit jungle path ways with the sounds of the lions roaring in the dark is worth the admission price although the effect doesn't work quite so well with the squeaky otters.