Chilling out in Singapore
Trip Start
Oct 01, 2008
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Trip End
Dec 30, 2009
The Korean barbecue was a great success. Prodigious quantities of meat, none of it canine, and interestingly, lots of whole cloves of garlic. Killer breath the next day.
Yesterday we did some light shopping including visiting an expat supermarket. We could see all the different nationalities reverting to type. We had passport photos taken as the pictures that I had carefully prepared are still sitting on the study table in Peppard. In the afternoon we walked across a series of bridges and elevated walkways that form a sort of elevated park through a forested area of Singapore. The construction took more than 4yr and must have cost a fortune.
After a couple of margaritas Alistair and Morag took us to Indochine, a smart Vietnamese-inspired restaurant in a magical setting on Boat Quay. We sat outside with the striking backdrop of huge tower blocks and little restaurants all lit up on the other side of the river. It was the sort of place where if you get up to go to the toilet, they fold your napkin up again for you while you are away. Unknown to them, I had become lost on the way and ended up in the staff toilet. "Bit scruffy for this sort of establishment", I thought.
On the way, we passed a bridge that had been closed and enclosed in a plastic tent for a local awards dinner.
Yesterday we did some light shopping including visiting an expat supermarket. We could see all the different nationalities reverting to type. We had passport photos taken as the pictures that I had carefully prepared are still sitting on the study table in Peppard. In the afternoon we walked across a series of bridges and elevated walkways that form a sort of elevated park through a forested area of Singapore. The construction took more than 4yr and must have cost a fortune.
After a couple of margaritas Alistair and Morag took us to Indochine, a smart Vietnamese-inspired restaurant in a magical setting on Boat Quay. We sat outside with the striking backdrop of huge tower blocks and little restaurants all lit up on the other side of the river. It was the sort of place where if you get up to go to the toilet, they fold your napkin up again for you while you are away. Unknown to them, I had become lost on the way and ended up in the staff toilet. "Bit scruffy for this sort of establishment", I thought.
On the way, we passed a bridge that had been closed and enclosed in a plastic tent for a local awards dinner.



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