Sling when you're winning.

Trip Start Nov 25, 2011
Trip End May 10, 2013

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Sunday, December 18, 2011

So, Sunday was my first day in Singapore, and my first taste of tropical heat for donkeys. The main thing I noticed on my lift to the hostel was how green everything is, it turns out that the first Sunday of each month is tree planting day; to give back to the environment etc. etc. it also turns out that there are barely any flies/mozzies in Singapore in an attempt to improve the city – fumigation.

               So I opened the door to my '6-bed mixed dormitory' at midday, and the room was pretty dark. The first thing I saw was someone’s rear in a white pair of pants; it was a girl bending over her bed (easy now). I walked into the room looking for my bed; it turned out there were 4 girls already in the room, 2 getting up and 2 still asleep. I’m not going to lie but it felt weird and like I was intruding, so I dropped my bags and went to the lounge for a bit. When the girls were finally awoke I got talking to 2 of them, Nina and Jenna, we decided we were going to go to the night safari later on. I pottered around for a bit until the time came; when it came it had been raining all day so we bailed as there was a large chance the animals would be hiding somewhere dry. We met up with a lad called Carl and decided to go and have our first Singapore Slings, well you’ve gotta. Instead of going to the Raffles Hotel (the oldest and shortest hotel in Singapore) and looking very out of place we went to a rooftop bar near the marina. To be fair it was a wicked bar but definitely pricey. The Sling cost roughly £15, but tasted great and the views did too, we were also given free wasabi crisps which turned out to be my dinner, so I guess I saved some dollar dollar there. We were only out for a few hours but had a good time, unfortunately the girls left at 4am to Bangkok and I was leaving at 11am to another hostel for my next 2 nights so that’s the end of that little spell of fun.

                The next day I checked out and walked into the rain to find my next hostel, which was very basic, but at £10 a night – including breakfast (pretty much bread and butter) it was fine, the owner was friendly and accommodating it was a bit of a shame leaving the last dorm which was a bit like something from Big Brother, but this new hostel (Fern Loft) did what it needed, unfortunately the people staying there weren’t really backpackers – there were people sort of living there looking for a job in Singapore, there were locals and that, so I didn’t meet anyone to hang out with really, my wang stayed in. After arriving I sat on my bed for a few hours reading and ting before I went downstairs to the bar for my ‘welcome drink’, turns out it has to be a soft drink. The bar was cool, and looking around people had bottles of spirits on their tables, the bottles labelled with their names. Shelves behind the bar were full of named bottles of high end spirits that people obviously buy then sit at a table with a bucket of ice and enjoy. Went back to the room and it was freezing, after sitting for hours with the window and fans on earlier it turns out the room has an AC for the evenings, bonus.

                Ok this is long and you’re probably bored, but so am I. On my last day I pottered into town and got lost in a few malls, printed my ticket for Bali and then decided to go on one of those amphibious duck tours. It was good, I made a friend (he was about 10) and the tour guide was pretty much Brüno; saying things like "yer, super cool" and even “girl power” after sentences. I learnt some facts from him (some showcased above), like the wheel they have is the biggest in the world and 30m taller than the London eye. The Raffles hotel I mentioned earlier doesn’t have and rooms, only presidential suites. The Louis Vuitton shop near where the boat went is the first floating one, and has an underwater tunnel/entrance. He also said Singaporeans are the fastest walking people in the world and always in a rush, I don’t think this is true as I was always getting stuck behind people on the tube. Erm…Singapore is a new country (42 years old I think) and measures only 23x42km, diddy mans. I think a lot of his facts were probably made up to increase his material for the 1hour journey. He didn’t bullshit enough though as on the way back he ran dry and asked if it was anyone’s birthday, a bit of a longshot as there was less than 20 people on the boat/car, but it turns out it was Vivienne’s, so of course we (he) sang to her. After this he asked if anyone else had a birthday soon, nope, he then asked if anyone had any special events coming up, nope, clutching at straws mate. Went down to the bar that night for a nightcap as I was pretty knackered from being on my feet around town for 9 hours, someone massage my feet.

I’m currently sat in Singapore airport waiting to fly and see Dan, Amy, Suzie and Stapes. Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!

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Gill on

Just found this mate. Perfect entertainment for my last days work before Christmas. You write really well! Sounds awesome so far mate. Glad you are enjoying it. My highlight so far "Came across two girls (not literally)"
Have a good Christmas mate!

lez on

I thought singapore too squeaky-clean, and too many rules and regulations, enjoy meeting mates. xxx

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