Tall. Shiny. Expensive. Mess of people.
All words I would use to describe Singapore. A country where the official language is English, but it’s nearly no-one’s first language. Mandarin, Hindi, Japanese, Punjabi, German, French, Spanish—I’m sure you could find any translator you could possibly need in Singapore. Everyone has a language that they speak with their family, and then there’s English—the common denominator that allows business and daily transactions to function.
And expensive. Leaving Laos for Singapore was a shock to the system. And the wallet. $15 Singapore dollar mix drinks, or $30, or more. Beer for $14. Food was .. yikes. We spent a total of 3 days in Singapore, and by the end we had spent what we may have spent in a couple weeks in Laos. But there were some reprieves—beer from a 7/11 was only $6 Singapore dollars, and the food in Chinatown and Little India was backpacker cheap; $3 or $4 for a meal. And a tasty meal at that.
The height of everything oddly baffled me for a minute or two upon arrival. I hadn’t realized, but I hadn’t seen a building taller than maybe 5 stories in a long, long time. It was odd to feel that closeness of a place when it towers above your head.
Some highlights of Singapore:
Doubling my former most-expensive-drink-I’ve-ever-had from Vietnam, enjoying a $28 Singapore Sling at the Raffles Hotel.
Dinner at Hooters (yep, makes the list). I’ve never been to one. What better place to try?
Soaking in the height, obscenity, beauty, and ridiculousness that is the Marina Bay Sans hotel.