Wet boots and panties!!!
Trip Start Feb 11, 2008
58Trip End Jun 30, 2008
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Once the worst of the rain had passed we took ourselves further along the winding paths in the direction of the gate which we came through. However, after five minutes the heavens opened again, this time heavier, but we rolled up our trousers and sheltering under the umbella, which now felt far too small, we plodded on through the deluge. We were doing okay until I consulted the map of the gardens we had picked up and decided we should take a short cut! Well, needless to say to anybody who has followed me into one of my little short cuts, we were soon lost, turned around and fed up!! We got lost in the grounds of a university and passed the shelter of the tea shop twice before I gave in and accepted defeat. So, we did the only thing that any Brit does in a situation like this: we had a cup of tea!!
After an hour the rain showed NO sign of letting up, so we took our soggy selves along a different path this time (Jo navigated) which (she assured me) lead out oif the mazelike gardens to civilisation and the bus stop. The road was in fall flood and the bus threw up a wave of water over the already soaked passengers waiting under the bus shelter. With all of the other dripping locals we climbed aboard and waded through the deep puddle left by the folks before us and weaved our way to a seat on the top deck. Thank god for that!!
That evening we ate at the little cafe we'd been frequenting for the last couple of nights, drowned our sorrows in some Tiger beer, played rummy (Jo constantly beat me) and got an early night at the hostel. The next day we left Singapore, the sky was crystal blue, the temperature was damned high and the humidity after the previous days rain was bloody awful. Neither of us were sorry to be saying our farewells to Asia at the airport.
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