Spoke to a guy today and he told me that the place I was wandering around (and having a beer) in last night is one of the most poverty stricken areas in town. Little India.
The thing is that at no time did I even feel remotely threatened. Anyway.
No sleep last night as the recent news and jet lag conspired against me and I eventually got to sleep after 7 this morning. Woke up feeling woozy about 11 but decided to go out in the daylight and continue the exploration. I am falling in love with the place. After all the press about the laws here regarding litter, chewing gum etc I was expecting a little bit of a repeat performance of Dubai but I am happy to say that it is not like that at all. Bustling would be a good adjective. On the plane on the way in, there was an announcement that anybody trying to bring drugs into the country will get the death sentence. Not may, will. I would like to report that queues for the toilets all of a sudden built up but sadly that wasn't the case.
It was quite overcast and walking 50 yards the sweat started dripping. It brought a conundrum to me. If I wore the same T-shirt ad infinitum in these conditions would it eventually rot? I have a feeling that because of the salt in the sweat, it would act as a kind of preservative. The only conclusion that I could come to was that it would snap or shatter or something like that. A couple of images close to the hotel.
So, having forgotten to bring the cable for my camera I went to this 6 storey huge building full of electronics shops. There must have been hundreds of them. Couldnt find one so I had to buy some other stuff which I have just about got the hang of.
I fancied some curry so I went back to a little unassuming bar/restaurant sandwiched between a backpackers' hostel and a Thai massage place and had ahem a few beers and some Indian food. I can safely say that it was the nicest that I have had. Fantastic. I had eaten half of it before I thought of photographing it so I didn't. To round off the evening, I thought, when in Singapore, do what the Singaporeans do.
That's right, they drink Singapore Slings out of jam jars
I think i may spend more time here than I originally intended. Sod Bangkok.
The thing is that at no time did I even feel remotely threatened. Anyway.
No sleep last night as the recent news and jet lag conspired against me and I eventually got to sleep after 7 this morning. Woke up feeling woozy about 11 but decided to go out in the daylight and continue the exploration. I am falling in love with the place. After all the press about the laws here regarding litter, chewing gum etc I was expecting a little bit of a repeat performance of Dubai but I am happy to say that it is not like that at all. Bustling would be a good adjective. On the plane on the way in, there was an announcement that anybody trying to bring drugs into the country will get the death sentence. Not may, will. I would like to report that queues for the toilets all of a sudden built up but sadly that wasn't the case.
It was quite overcast and walking 50 yards the sweat started dripping. It brought a conundrum to me. If I wore the same T-shirt ad infinitum in these conditions would it eventually rot? I have a feeling that because of the salt in the sweat, it would act as a kind of preservative. The only conclusion that I could come to was that it would snap or shatter or something like that. A couple of images close to the hotel.
So, having forgotten to bring the cable for my camera I went to this 6 storey huge building full of electronics shops. There must have been hundreds of them. Couldnt find one so I had to buy some other stuff which I have just about got the hang of.
I fancied some curry so I went back to a little unassuming bar/restaurant sandwiched between a backpackers' hostel and a Thai massage place and had ahem a few beers and some Indian food. I can safely say that it was the nicest that I have had. Fantastic. I had eaten half of it before I thought of photographing it so I didn't. To round off the evening, I thought, when in Singapore, do what the Singaporeans do.
That's right, they drink Singapore Slings out of jam jars
I think i may spend more time here than I originally intended. Sod Bangkok.
When I went to Singapore I was impressed by the place, but it was too oppressively hot and humid for us. It was building up to a thunderstorm, which finally happened just before we left. Maybe it isn't so bad for you now.
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