A Travellerspoint blog

Why do all good things come to an end?

Day Three: We had a nice breakfast together before splitting up: Karina went to meet an NP from Children's Hospital LA to work on something (wait, work!? I don't even remember how to do that), Bev went to the conference to learn about "pre-clinical trials" (AKA molecular genetics and words I don't know/don't want to know), and I went to the pool. I wonder who was the wisest in this case?
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We met back in the conference room for the sessions on Survivorship and Quality of Life. This was a really interesting session, as it raises the question of whether the side effects/late effects of intensive treatments are acceptable for our patients. I won't go into it, but it's a really important talking point, especially since we are increasing survival rates for many types of brain tumors, and therefore we will have more and more survivors- we need to know what their lives are going to be like five, ten, twenty years after treatment ends. Is survival worth it at all costs? Are higher cure rates preferable over higher quality of life for fewer survivors? If only I had an answer...

Later that afternoon, with our brains just filled TO THE BRIM with knowledge, we took off to go back to Kampong Glam for something that I love even more than Peds Oncology: SHOPPING!! As you may have noticed, this is our third visit to this area, but on other occasions we couldn't go into the adorable boutiques lining Haji Street. My shopping eyes had lit up at the sight of these shops, so Bev and Karina indulged me and we spend a few hours going to all the very Liz-friendly stores full of jewelry, adorable clothes and shoes, and other great accessories. In the end, I picked up couple of birthday presents for myself, and Bev and Karina had some great finds as well.

This being my last night, we had decided we would go on a bit of a Singapore "pub crawl" to try out the Singapore Sling and check out the view from the top of the magnificent (ridiculous?) Marina Bay Sands. First stop was Raffles Hotel, the famous hotel that is home to the Singapore Sling. Sitting in the Long Bar was like stepping back in time to the Colonial era, with banana leaf fans on the ceiling, a winding staircase, and peanut shells all over the floor. I enjoyed the classic Sling, while Karina and Bev had the Spring and Autumn varieties.
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After our slings had been slung, we made our way to the Marina Bay Sands, the "large fish slapped on top of three towers" hotel/casino extravaganza. This is a bit like a Vegas hotel which is there as much for the shock value and self-aggrandizement as for people to actually sleep in while in Singapore. In any event, you can see it from almost anywhere in the Colonial District/CBD, and so it was too hard to resist going there for a drink.

They run a bit of a racket here, in which they charge tourists $22 to go to the "Skypark" at the top, or, you can go to the bar on the top for free and use your $22 for a drink. I think it's pretty obvious what we did... However, if you think you're allowed to wander freely throughout the Skypark/pool/restaurant just because you've re-mortgaged your home to get a drink, you would be wrong. When Karina went to see if we could get a table, she was quickly ushered back into the standing-room only bar area. We got some nice pictures anyhow, and enjoyed our delicious Sangria.
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At this point, it was 9:30 pm and we'd drank more than we'd eaten that day, so we decided to go eat some famous Singapore Chili Crab. Bev and I had been talking about this delicacy for a few days, and so although Karina doesn't care for seafood, she accompanied to a restaurant entitled "Legendary Seafood" just under the Singapore Flyer, where we declined to order the crab once learning that they would like us to pay $200/kg. Ummm.... I think I'll just have the chicken? Throw some chilies on it and I'm a happy girl.

With that, we called it a day and I called it a trip. We went back to our hotel room, I packed up all my new Singapore goodies, and had one last sleep in my little corner bed.

This morning, I headed to the airport, my head and heart heavy knowing that this will be my last trip for a (long) while. I'm starting my master's in the fall, and as I have failed to save any money (I may have spent it all over the past couple of months... don't tell the bank though, ok?), I probably won't be doing any jet-setting until I've worked enough to pay for said degree. I had hoped that this big trip would curb my wanderlust, but in fact it is fiercer than ever. I'm sitting in the (super crappy) Manila airport, thinking about all the airports I've ever been in (I don't know, a billion) and all the airports I still need to see. It's rather unlike me to come home from a trip without a next one planned, so I guess I just have to settle in to knowing that my next "adventure" won't be defined by the places I see or the currencies in my wallet. I am about to embark on a mission to gain knowledge, to build a career, and to truly start the next phase of my life. I'm excited about it, to be sure, but it's always hard taking a step in a different direction. I've gotten used to flying off to places where I don't know anyone, to do this or that, always knowing that in a few weeks or months I'd be back at home in Edmonton. A new home, however transient it may be, awaits me. I have no plan for coming back to Edmonton (other than frequent visits), and I don't know where I'll be planning to go at the end of next year. All I can say is that I do know that wherever I go, the travel bug won't be far away, waiting to bite me and leave me with the itch to get gone. Stay tuned, dear friends, because this surely won't be the end...


Posted by Flanilandlizard 01:17 Archived in Singapore Comments (0)

Tumors, Three-mors, and Three Girls

On Sunday morning we had to take off our tourist hats, and put on our Peds Oncology hats- well, me and Karina did, anyways. While Bev had a nice day touring around, seeing the Singapore National Museum, and eating yummy sushi, Karina and I went to the Shangri-La Hotel for our Education Day on Pediatric Neuro-Oncology. I guess I won't bore you too much with the details, but there were some really great speakers, and I learned a lot of brain tumors, the treatment, side effects and long-term outcomes.

Two highlights: We had an International Nursing Lunch to bring together Pediatric Neuro-Oncology nurses from all over the world to talk about our experiences, and to learn a bit about each other's practices. There were quite a few local Singaporean nurses who aren't specialized in Peds Onc, never mind neuro-onc, so it was great for them to get to hear a bit about the way we practice. There was also a great presentation by Sister Laura, the head nurse of the KKK Children's Hospital in Singapore, who has created an international outreach program across Asia to train local nurses in developing countries. She goes to the local hospitals and teaches the nurses about the special care required when caring for kids with cancer, chemo administration, etc. It was a very inspiring presentation, as this is something I'd really like to be involved with once I'm done with school next year.

The other highlight was a speaker on Palliative Care from St. Jude's. He spoke about their program and also the importance of integrating palliative care early on with our patients, with a view of comfort and symptom alleviation, unless and until something more is needed from the Palliative Care Team. He spoke quite eloquently and with clear passion for this extra-special population, and it warmed me in my Peds Onc heart.

After the Education Day, Karina and I met back up with Bev to go to the Welcome Reception at the SIngapore Flyer (big Ferris wheel). This is where we got a real taste for the sticky, sweaty Singapore heat- it was unbelievably hot and humid, and for some reason the Reception was outdoors. We weren't able to stay too long as I started to smell a bit like teen spirit; so we went out for dinner and had some local Singapore delicacies before calling it a night.

Day One of the International Symposium on Pediatric Neuro-Oncology (ISPNO) conference was on Monday morning. It started at 8:00 am, and went until 2020. Just kidding, but it went until 8:30 pm, with only two short ten minute breaks, including a "boxed lunch" during the Low Grade Glioma Symposium. Needless to say, by the end of the day, our heads were full, our bodies were tired, and there was really only one thing to do: go to Kampong Glam for margaritas and Mexican food. (Oh, I guess I should say that we learned lots of useful and interesting information, but it was necessary to have some alcohol in order to really *absorb* that info).

You may think it's weird to have Mexican food in Singapore, but it was actually really delicious. We had some guacamole freshly made at the table, I had a perfect burrito, and there were delicious drinks enjoyed by all.

Day Two of the conference, we were a bit wiser in terms of pacing ourselves. We of course started with customary coffee and bagels at the Starbucks, then learned about HIgh Grade Gliomas and DIPG for the morning. We decided that for wellness' sake, we would abstain from the boxed-lunch symposium, in favor of eating lunch not off of our laps. It was a lovely lunch- at least for Bev and I, Karina's lunch never came so she had to grab a smoothie on the way back to the conference.

In the afternoon, Karina and I attended the Concurrent Nursing Program- a nice break from all the molecular and cancer genetic/genomics talk going on upstairs, in favor of some practical nursing research. Some interesting presentations from nurses from Sweden, Australia, Ireland, and the USA got everybody excited about Neuro-Onc, at least excited enough, in one woman's words, to last two years until the next ISPNO. It is a very special experience to be surrounded by people who know what you do, the hard parts, the fun parts, and why we keep going back, day after day, year after year. Instead of the typical "oh my god, that must be so sad/hard/depressing" conversations that are common when meeting new people, these were conversations about how we can better help our patients and families, what other centres are doing that we could implement, and how can we, as nurses, contribute to the body of knowledge surrounding Peds Neuro-Oncology,

That night, we headed over to Chinatown for shopping, taking pictures, and eating.

Three days down, one to go!


Posted by Flanilandlizard 01:07 Archived in Singapore Comments (0)

Merlions and Tigers and Bevs, oh my!

Some nurses and a doctor take in Singapore's sights

Yesterday marked the beginning of the real fun- exploring Singapore with Bev and Karina. We decided to be typical tourists and went on a Hop on-Hop off bus- although we stopped short of going on the Duck bus. We went with the topless bus instead; I had to explain to Karina that it meant the bus was open-roofed, not that we were meant to be topless...

Anyways, our first stop was the famous Merlion statue- the half lion/half fish that is fabled to have been seen by one of the early settlers of Singapore. There are, of course, no lions on the island but that story is how Singapura (the lion city) got its name. It kind of looks like it is spewing, but that may be because it had too much Chili Crab and Singapore Slings the night before.
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We hopped back on the bus, and took a ride around Orchard Street, the famous shopping district, and saw many sights before alighting ("alighting" seems to be a favorite word here in Singapore, I've never heard it used as many times as today) back at the Suntec Mall for some lunch. Here are some of the best pictures of what this city has to offer- lots of amazing architecture, and the integration of green space into buildings is quite innovative. That is part of trying to have Singapore become a "city within a garden". Fun fact: all of the green space and trees have helped Singapore stay 1-2 degrees cooler than their neighboring similar sized cities of Kuala Lumpur and Jakarta.
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Our next stop after lunch was in Little India. Indian heritage contributes to the cultural mosaic that makes Singapore so essentially Singaporean; its influence can be seen by the many Hindu temples throughout the city, and tasted (or smelled) in the curry flavors that are common in the Hawker Centers. One of my favorite sights here was a very colourful house that belonged to a wealthy Chinese businessman and has been kept intact as a heritage building.
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Our last stop was Kampong Glam, the Malay/Muslim area which has recently become quite hip. I'd been meaning to check this area out for the last few days but hadn't made it yet. We found this area pretty fun- lots of shops, cool little bars and restaurants, and a great atmosphere. So as not to get caught up and miss our bus, we decided we would be returning to this area (under the auspices of getting margaritas at a Mexican place we saw and to check out the night market, but actually there seems to be some shopping that needs to be done there... Shhh!).
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We took the "scenic route" back to the hotel, taking in some of the other sights that are either on our to-do list or just needed to be seen. We quickly refreshed ourselves and then it was time to get on the next bus to take us to the Night Safari! I had heard heaps of good things about the night safari, and having really enjoyed the San Diego Safari Park, decided it would be fun to check out. Well, so did the rest of Singapore... The lines were quite long and I could hear the animals saying to each other how silly we humans are, lining up to go watch them sleep, eat or poop. I mean, animals would never line up (and PAY) to watch us, so what does that say about us as a species? I'm getting concerned for our future.

Unfortunately, although the safari was good fun and I got to see lions and rhinos and something called a tapir that looks like a panda crossed with an anteater, it was too dark for any pictures. Sorry about that. Meanwhile, after our safari and before it was time to board the bus back to the city, Dr. Some convinced me and Karina it was a good idea to get fish pedicures. This was never something I've really been interested in, as I don't really find the idea of something eating the dead skin off my feet tempting. However, I decided to be adventurous (I had eaten turtle the night before, after all, so shouldn't I let the fish eat me?) and me and Karina actually paid for this horrific experience. It tickled, but also felt like worms all over you. It looks even grosser than it felt... Five minutes felt like an eternity! But, it made Bev laugh and also gave me some pictures and content for this blog post. So I'll call it a draw...
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Our bus back to the city took almost two hours (it only took 30 on the way there, but it made about ten stops and an entire loop of the city before taking us back to our hotel). Instead of being grumpy about that, we decided to look at it as a free "night tour", where we got to see the city all lit up. It's a completely different look at night, but equally breathtaking. Instead of seeing gardens on the sides of buildings, you see some pretty cool light displays which make it seem like a light show happens every night!
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We finally got back to the hotel just before midnight, and then it was off to bed as Karina and I had an early start the next morning for the Education Meeting. Time to turn off my vacation brain and put on my (some) nurse hat!


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Off the Beaten Path

Yesterday I checked out some of the more popular sites in the new, flashy parts of Singapore. Today, I took it back a few decades to the Singapore of the 1960s (ish?), by trekking over to the island of Palau Ubin. After moving over to my new, fancy hotel (more on this in a bit), I took a cab to the Changi Point Ferry Terminal, where I caught a "bum boat" over to the island.

Once on the island, I rented a bicycle for 8 dollars, including a basket (important for carrying purse; lesson #1 in biking is don't carry a purse). I then took a moment to remember HOW to ride a bike (it's been a year since I last rode a bike in Holland), but as they say, it's like riding a bike. And this, I set out to explore a bit of what they call the Singapore that was. As you can see, it's not much, but what it's "authentic", and it was really nice to see a completely different side of Singapore than the modern, shiny city.

I rode around aimlessly for a while, and then decided to have an aim, which was the Chek Jawa Wetlands. This is an area that was once almost "loved to death" by tourists, and they have now put a boardwalk around it to protect it while still giving visitors the ability to enjoy the nature. There is a coastal boardwalk, a Mangrove boardwalk through the Mangrove trees (which are important because of something to do with silt and their roots) and a lookout tower. Of course I climbed the tower, counted the stairs (105), and took a selfie. There are a lot of selfies when you are traveling alone. The most dangerous, of course, is the bicycling selfie, in which you take one hand off the handlebars and promptly steer yourself off the road. Brilliant, soon-to-be Ivy Leaguer.
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When I got back to pick up my bike and ride back to the public jetty, these silly guys were checking out the bikes. No, don't worry boars, I didn't need that bike...
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I also saw a Chinese temple, completely by accident since I don't read Chinese characters (I don't know if it was Mandarin, Cantonese, or other, since I can't read them... Yet), but I do know to always follow pretty colored flags and balloons.
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After riding back to the Main Street of the island, I grabbed a bite with a view, then bum boated back to the mainland. It was a really nice but of nature time, a good workout (I reckon a few hours biking is enough exercise for ten days in Singapore, right?), and I was literally dripping wet by the time I left. Hair had reached epic level of grossness, so it was in a topknot- I'm sure it would have reached Malaysia otherwise.

Back at the Changi ferry terminal, I caught a cab back to the city. My cab driver was super nice and friendly even though I'm sure I smelled like a teenage boy after a hockey tournament, and he gave me some tips about where to go, where not to go, and most importantly, where and what to eat. He was my first friend in Singapore.

After a quick shower, I headed over to Chinatown for my evening activity. Following the "off the beaten path" theme, I decided to take a walking tour that showed the underbelly of Singapore; the side no one believes exists in Singapore, and that my taxi man friend told me I should not go to. It was a night tour of Chinatown and Geylong, the old and new red light districts in Singapore. There are no photos of this, as if I took photos the pimps would have beaten me up, and I'm really getting to old for getting beaten up by pimps.

We spent about an hour walking around Chinatown to get the history of prostitution, gambling, and drugs in Singapore, and then took a bus over to Geylong, the "ghetto" area. This is where many migrant and illegal workers live in crowded conditions, and where the official Red Light District of Singapore is located. Prostitution is legal here, but only on the odd numbered streets, in licensed brothels with registered prostitutes (ladies of the night). We also learned that this is an area where illegal gambling has started to flourish, as Singaporeans have to pay $100 to enter the casinos built for tourists (to curb vice, of course).

Our guide, a five-foot-nothing woman, was our bodyguard as we walked through the streets, keeping our eyes peeled for ladies of the night, ladyboys of the night, gambling, and other illegal activity. She told us about some of the schemes they have to prevent raids, including regularly placed scouts who were actually keeping a close eye on our group, as well. We learned how brothels are identified by lighting up their street number, and how the johns are able to pick their girls, among other things.

This provided another insight into the "other", and although it did feel a bit like voyeurism, it was really just a history lesson on the world's oldest profession and its history and present in Singapore. Of note, we also tried some non-pharmaceutical virility agents (read:little blue pills): crocodile, which I've previously tried in Africa; and Turtle Soup, something I never ever really needed to try. I ate turtle. Even though, as the song I made up last year in Hawaii goes, "Honu are sacred, don't touch the turtles. They may look sacred, but you can't eat them". I'll sing it for you another time, for now I'm just trying to pretend that it's okay, because when in Rome and all...

Anyhow, after the tour, another girl on the tour and I met up with a friend of hers and went for a bite at the Chinatown a Food Street, followed by some beers on Club Street. Then it was time to go back to my new hotel, the Pan Pacific, to await the arrival of my colleagues, some doctor and Karina. This is the view from our room, where they are graciously letting me crash, in exchange for the pleasure (?) of my company. Something tells me I'll pay for this somehow, but the view from here is looking pretty nice so far...


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Flowers, food, and frizz

Welcome to Singapore, where the only seasons are humid and humider.

First off, it's fairly imperative that I start this post by making an ammendment to my last post. I mentioned that I am going to the conference with "a doctor I work with" and then later stated that the NP coming to the conference is "fantastic". So, Bev should get an adjective to, or else she will tease (torment?) me for the rest of my days. So you should all know that Bev is a wonderful doctor that I have gotten to know well and work closely with over the past couple of years. She also happens to be a Wisewood alumni, and actually was very good friends with our family friend Shelly Robinson (nee Dworkin), so we have that too. So in summation, I am looking forward to getting to spend some fun times with Bev and Karina, who are both just great, in Singapore. They think that what happens in Singapore stays in Singapore, but you all know that's not how I roll.

Okay, so as a public service announcement, I'd like to formally recommend that no one decide to fly a 24 hour flight path only 4 short weeks after they just returned on a 24 hour flight path. Especially if it involves waking up at 3:00 am. I'll spare you the boring, usual details, but I will tell you that by the time I arrived at my hostel last night, I was beyond excited to be horizontal. Who knew that could be such a luxurious feeling? I will mention a couple "high"lights, though: On the flight to Singapore from Hong Kong, I was seated next to a man who emitted highly offensive odours and noises throughout the flight, despite my very pointed disgusted look. You know the one, if you've ever seen me before my morning coffee. This man was undeterred, however, and even somehow managed to stand behind me in the customs line emitted said disgusting noises. On the other hand, I was quite distracted in this customs line as the litle girls in front of me had Anna and Elsa dolls (it's time to talk about Frozen now; feel free to skip if you don't care for that movie, AKA have no heart). The older girl chose Elsa, of course, and wouldn't share with her sister, who in exchange for having to get Anna got to have the Olaf doll as well (for those of you who don't know, Olaf is a snowman who likes warm hugs. On a related note, I don't know what everyone's got against Anna. Girl's got a mad sense of humour and likes sandwiches and snowmen). The older girl (Olivia) came up with a great way to share, though: she would get Elsa in the morning, and then her sister (Annabell) could have Elsa in the afternoon, and then Olivia would get her again for the "evening and night time", and then repeat daily. When their mom told her that wasn't fair and wasn't going to be the plan, Olivia leaned over to Annabell and said: "Mummy thinks that's not how we're going to share. But it actually is, ok?". As you can tell, I'm a big Olivia fan.

Anyways, I got to my hostel and easily found my bed, which was all set up for me, including two pillows (one feather, one foam), a down comforter, a fluffy towel, earplugs and a bottle of water. This was set out in my "signature Adler cabin bed". I won't tell you much more, but in case you are curious about a "Luxury Hostel", I implore you to check out the website: www.adlerhostel.com and tell you that it certainly is luxurious, the staff is lovely, and the location is amazing. I hope luxury hostels start popping up in more places because it's an awesome concept. It's nicer than most hotels under $200/night, if you can get past the fact that it is an 18 bed dorm room (although you never see the others, as each cabin in quite large and has a privacy curtain).

This morning, I woke up bright and early (it wasn't jet lag though. You know I don't believe in jet lag, ok) and decided to get going on this little adventure. After free breakfast at the hostel (more than toast and cereal, Lani!!), I made my way through Chinatown to the MRT, their underground train. All I have to say is that Singapore sure knows how to keep it clean and efficient. And although people will tell you there is nothing inexpensive in Singapore, most trips on the MRT cost less than a dollar. Take that, all other public transit systems in all the various cities I have lived in! I shortly arrived at my morning destination: the Gardens by the Bay.

The Gardens by the Bay were opened in 2012, and sit on the Marina Bay, just across from the ridiculous feat of Singapore ridiculousness: the Marina Bay Sands Hotel.

Aside from their proximity to the silliness that is the Marina Bay Sands (it's also a casino and mall and blah blah blah), the GBTB are a weird, but extremely beautiful mix of nature and modernity. For example, take the Supertrees Grove, which are clearly fake trees, but are also living gardens that generate energy to power the gardens.

Also in the Supertrees Grove was a band playing me a welcome to Singapore song; namely Let it Go from Frozen. I just think some things are meant to be. Check FB for the video (I can't figure out how to upload vidyas to the blog, mkay?).

The greenhouses, the Cloud Forest and Flower Dome, are also extremely beautiful (and air conditioned) gardens which are full of nature's best. But in the Cloud Forest, there is also the world's largest man-made waterfall, and Singapore's only waterfall. Right, cuz it's totally normal to build an indoor waterfall. But I don't know what to tell you, it works, it's gorgeous, and I fell in love. Who knew I loved gardens? Maybe I need to visit the Muttart this summer? (Well, I have heard the brunch at Culina at the Muttart is fab so I'm in).

Once I emerged from the climate controlled loveliness of the GBTB, it was time to head to the Tanjong Pagar MRT station to meet for my food tour. I booked this tour a few days ago, after debating for a while between doing a cooking class and a food tour. In the end, as usual, eating out won over cooking for myself. I'm nothing if not predictable, in that regard. I arrived about an hour early so I wandered around that neighbourhood for a bit, which turned out to be a nice treat. Tanjong Pagar Road has lots of really adorable heritage shop houses, of an architectural style I wouldn't have previously associated with SE Asia. So that was cute.

Leo, our guide, was very worried when I wasn't at the meeting place at 1:29 (due to meet at 1:30, but Singapore is a very efficient place!) and set out looking for me in the train station. This made it difficult for me to find him, but I was pretty sure the large group of hungry-looking white people was my group. I turned out to be right, and it turns out that they were all from Australia. Huge surprise. Anyways, everyone was very nice, and Leo took us on quite a tour. Our first stop was the Singapore City Gallery, where we learned a bit about the history of Singapore, and the evolution of its industries, urban design, and tastes.

After that lesson, which helped us understand how Singaporean food came to be (heavily influenced by Chinese, Malay, and Indian foods, with unique fusions of the three found only in Singapore), we set out on the real mission of the day: Eat. Lots. And so we did. We went to three or four hawker food courts (set up by the Singapore gov't when they decided street carts were unhygeinic. Gooood call), and ate many delicacies, of which I can't remember the names.

We started with the quintessential Hainanese Chicken and Rice, and were lucky enough to eat the very recipe that beat Gordon "Hell's Kitchen" Ramsay in a "Chicken and Rice cook-off".

We also ate some delicious donut type things that Leo says there is usually a 30 minute que for (he also mentioned that while in line, customers stir the dough in the oil so it doesn't burn while the owner powders, bags and sells the donuts).

We also ate a deep fried banana, some shaved ice, curry noodles, roti and curry, Chinese rice flour cake thingies, Popiah rolls (like spring rolls but obvi better and not fried), and probably something else but I can't remember because I'm in a food coma.

I walked back through Chinatown and made a quick stop at the Sri Mariamman Temple across the street from the hostel. This is the oldest Hindu temple in Singapore, built in 1827, and the entrance tower added in the 1930s. I strolled through during evening prayers, and contemplated what an interesting place Singapore is. There is a Buddhist temple down the street, as well as a mosque and church. Scattered throughout the ultra-modern architecture that dominates the skyline are heritage Peranakan buildings, plaques remembering opium dens, coolie houses, and brothels where Japanese women were forced into prostitution at the promise of a land with "no snow". English is the official language, however, you are more likely to hear Mandarin, Cantonese, and a host of other Asian languages from the locals. The city is perfectly modern, efficient, clean and orderly, but somehow maintains the Southeast Asian feel: laid back, welcoming, and most importantly, delicious.

In the immortal words of Annie: "I think I'm gonna like it here!"


PS: My hair has exploded in this humidity. I'm not going to comment again, and when you see photographic evidence, I'd appreciate if you'd refrain from commenting, too. Thanks.

Posted by Flanilandlizard 06:21 Archived in Singapore Comments (1)

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