Day 81: Singapore Redux Cont. & The Indian Trio

Trip Start May 20, 2008
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Trip End Aug 19, 2008


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Overnight Bus to Hat Yai

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Sunday, August 10, 2008

Allight, not a whole lot to talk about on this day. We slept in till noon and went fancy restaurant meal hunting. The book recommended a restaurant, Din Feng Sung or something to that effect that I remembered Jeff raving about in his Taiwan blog. I thought it would be cute if I left Jeff oblivious to the existence of this place in Singapore and lead him there promising a pleasant surprise. Instead we found ourselves reservationless at a restaurant with an intimidating line stretching around its door, and a "Okay how good is this restaurant, really?" "Not good enough." review from Jeff. Oh well. Instead we ate at what wound up being sort of a tourist trap place along the river, Jeff got some kind of oyster noodle dish and I got amazing mango flavored fried chicken. It didn't live up to the fancy setting and an overcast, gloomy sky killed the mood, but the diversion was a pleasant one. There wasn't a whole lot else we could think of to kill time and do.

With our night bus departure approaching, it was time to start packing. I stopped in a tea stop to buy this promising and cheap Taiwanese Jasmine stuff, we both stopped at a dessert stall for a coconut shaved ice concoction then returned to the hostel to bid Donald Duck a faretheewell. I shared some tea with him as he told about his father's B&W photography work, chronicling Singapore's development from an underdeveloped Colonial backwater to booming modern financial center and Andy's own hopes to continue the legacy. Hostel business paid the bills for the family's historical photography institute which as far as I could tell was run out of his own bedroom. Must be an online thing? In minutes, Jeff finished whatever it was he was doing and we set out for the sleazy Golden Mile Center bus station.

Once aboard the night bus, about two hours later, we met an array of fascinating goofball characters. The first was the stubby ticket stub collector. If you could imagine the personality of an OCD Alvin the Chipmunk transferred to a chicken egg, you would have a stunningly accurate mental image of this man. I had no idea what instructions he was babbling at us a mile a minute during the border crossings and resorted to following the passenger mob. Also aboard where a trio of AWESOME INDIANS. We never spoke to them, only watched from afar as they socialized and waved hands around to each other for the whole ride. I speculated, based on their awesomeness and attire, that they were a 50-something year old soft rock band, the kind one's parents go see in concert during a holiday or anniversary. Awesome Indian 1 had a greasy black Jesus mullet and wore a white robe. Awesome Indian 2 wore a large Hawaiian shirt, shorts, was very overweight and sported a ponytail + bandanna. Awesome Indian 3, the most awesome, didn't need these bells and whistles. He wore a simple slick Jazz suit and had such perfectly white hair and beard that it seemed to glow against his dark skin. Jeff snuck a picture of them, hopefully it will be posted soon.

After not enough sleep and fourteen hours, we crossed the Malaysian/Thai border and arrived in Hat Yai. Thus is the domain of the next post, whenever it may be written.

---Vital Signs---
Still no food poisoning, very tired, battered, desperate for an island paradise...
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