Where I stayed
Cosy corner backpackers hostel
My Uncle Harry described Singapore as being gritty and having a brothel on every street corner when he was stationed there back in his air force days. How times have changed. Singapore is as developed or more so than any European city. It's a manageable city to walk around and has a good under-ground MRT system. We walk around the colonial district and peer into Raffles long bar which has a great old colonial vibe, peanuts in their shells at the bar, but at over 12 pound a drink we don’t hang about long. We then walk around the business district with its impressive sky-scraper buildings. In the evening we go to hawker stalls and try bubble tea amongst other delicacies. Unfortunately me and especially Sarah are feeling under the weather. In Thailand, Sarah had had some nasty mosquito bites and blisters (on her feet). By Malaysia these had become infected and were yellow and filled with puss. We went to the hospital and they gave her an antibiotic IV drip as well as some cream and pills. The experience left her drained though and she slept for 16 hours that night and the following morning. I looked for buses back to Malaysia and had a look around the Arabic quarter (Kampong Glam I think it’s called) – which had cool streets lined with Shisha selling bars and crowned by an impressive mosque.