Trip Start Apr 10, 2006
41Trip End Feb 07, 2007
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First impressions of Singapore were that it was spotlessly clean and that there was loads of lush greenery or beautiful orchids where ever there is space for them. Not to say that it is over-done, because it isn't, it just gives you a real feeling that you are in a green and fertile land and that the residents of this country really care about it and the impressions that visitors are left with.
We were told on the plane that it was 25 degrees in Singapore. Despite this warning we were not prepared for the wave of hot and sticky air that hit us as we left the airport. We got a taxi to our hostel as we were feeling too lazy after the long flight to battle the MRT (Singapore equivalent to the London Underground) during rush hour
The hostel seemed friendly and clean as we checked in although they didn'y have our double room ready straight away. It was probably for the best though as I don't think we would have got up again if we had been given a nice double bed at that point.
After hanging around a bit dazed for a while we decided to have a walk by the Singapore River, which is about 2 minutes from our hostel. We weren't in the best of states to appreciate the sites we saw as the heat, humidity and rain were making the jet lag worse; but we were able to acknowldge what a beautiful city we are in. Tall and clean looking sky scrapers, old Asian architecture and of course, the foliage all painted a stunning picture that we were both determined to appreciate more fully after a good nights sleep.
Later we decided to head in the direction of China Town to get a bite to eat. Cheap and simple was what we were after and we found it at what turned out to be the equivalent to a department store restaurant (we didn't quite make it as far as the street food market!)
Feeling quite satisfied with the food and a little less dazed we headed back to our hostel with the intention of cleaning off the plane grime and holding off as long as we could before going to sleep (there was a definite no-sleep theme to our first day!). When we got back we had a peek out of our window and noticed that we are staying across the road from an establishment called The Beacon. Despite being so far from home it felt like there was a little bit of it across the road (for those non-Shrewsbury people reading this, The Beacon is the pub at the top of the road and the place where we spent our last night at home). We eventually passed out at around 5pm and slept through until around 7.30, with a small period of awakeness during which we ate cheese twisties which are like Nic-Naks.
It was a strange first day away from the UK, full of mixed emotions, chronic fatigue and at times, worries over whether or not we are cut out for this travelling lark. However, after a good nights sleep things seemed much rosier and we felt more ready to start our journey.