Walking the line in Singapore


March 6
Store Front, Little India, Singapore
We were able to sleep late in a large part due to our blacked out rooms and in other part due to our increasing fatique.  It is difficult to have a cumulative travel experience…..every once in a while you just want something to be easy or to chill out for a while.  Those opportunities do not present themselves very often and is why we have decided to stay in Singapore for a few days and then fly to Bali for a brief beach vacation to rejuvenate.  After we arise, we get some coffee and breakfast and we are not sure which direction to turn as Singapore is fairly huge and we are not yet familiar with the transit systems.  No worries (to paraphrase our Australian counterparts).  We have heard some pretty harsh commentary on how strict the Singaporeans are about certain things like littering, yawning in public, not chewing gum, etc.  We are trying to be on our best behavior, but some of this stuff is simply non-intuitive to us.....you cannot touch your head or anyone elses.....which makes you want to scratch your head.  Its kind of like putting  a "wet paint" sign everywhere and we are destined to see if it is really wet! We head off in the direction of Little India to see what that quarter has to offer and we discover and huge array of shops and restaurants and smells that are both exotic and enticing.  The shop windows are filled to the brim with products and the official past-time of Singaporeans has reared its head…..it is shopping in case you were wondering!  Buy me, try me, taste me, take me home…..the lure of the sale lingers in the air and we are more than fair game.  Only problem is we are not in need of a new sari or a sack full of spices.  We look with interest and wind in and out of the local shops before arriving at the behemoth shopping mall known as Mustafa Center….wow.  We tip toe inside to check it out and get sucked into the vortex.  We are obligated to find something to buy and once we find some art supplies we are on our way again.  We begin to look for a nice restaurant and in about 2 minutes find one that we all agree on.  We order a selection of three dishes and share and enjoy with each other.    After lunch, we continue on our way in search of the subway or MRT.  The sun is about a million degrees and we are sweaty and tired now, but we push on to purchase our three day transit pass.  We find the station and disappear below the ground to be told that those passes are only sold at certain stations and we must make our way to City Hall. 
The boys' new ride....Fullerton Hotel, Singapore
We purchase tickets and get our groove onto the MRT.  We arrive at the right station in about 33 seconds flat….this metro is very efficient and easy to use.  Once at City Hall we purchase our tickets and we are off……Raffles Place is next where we disembark and walk around the waterfront.  We approach the Fullerton Hotel when we spy a gorgeous Lamborghini out front.  The boys are in awe of this machine.  We get a wonderful view of the Marina Bay towers and find a great bookstore where we purchase some new reading materials. 
Panorama of Marina Bay, Singapore
Once we return to Raffles and are on to Bugis….to see the outdoor markets.  We get there and more walking around and we discover an ice cream vendor.  He slices off a piece of ice cream and sandwiches between either 1) a wafer that tastes like a cone or 2) pieces of brightly colored sweet bread.  Interesting to say the least.  We get to the markets and more tasting ensues…this time it is fruit juices.  We try pineapple and lime…..yummy and refreshing!!  We mingle among the stalls and are just about to give out when we decide to return to the hotel and rest up for about two hours.  We are dead on our feet and can only muster enough energy to walk across the street to the local Food Court.  After a wonderful and inexpensive dinner – the ultimate combination – we return to the hotel.  We put the newly acquired art supplies to good use and create home-made birthday cards for Paulies’ birthday tomorrow.

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