Pork, Indicating and Driving on the Left

Singapore 27th November

So you join me after my second sleepless night. I had a full row of seats to myself but somehow still only managed an hours’ worth of sleep from Sri Lanka to here. Once of the plane I started to perk up a little bit, it’s amazing what an airport does with free wifi to my spirits. It had somehow also given me a crazing craving for crispy pork. Clearly not in the worst possible place I could be for wanting crispy pork I toddled off into the city to go and find myself some. I walked around for a long time. I marvelled at the fact I was in a city again that had huge skyscrapers. That all the cars drive on the left. That people actually used indicators here. I looked at all the Christmas decorations and it suddenly dawned on me that Christmas wasn’t that far away.

I want to walk through the Christmas Tree

I really like her bag

What sort of grotto is this?

With all this going through my head and that fact I’d crossed 4 time zones in 2 days without a decent night’s sleep, I hadn’t noticed it was 7 am and no bloody buggery place would serve me my crispy pork. It was a long wait. Site seeing had taken its toll on me and I gave in, I bought a coffee from a cafe with free wifi and I sat and I rested, and I fought to keep my eyes open.  OK so I’m lying. I actually did the proper backpacker thing, I sat outside the cafe and stole its free wifi whilst drinking the free water i got from the fountain

Mr Cranky Pants

I wish I could write you some incredibly witty report about how much I loved Singapore and how much I really want to go back. But I can’t because I didn’t think any of those things. In fact the only things that went through my head the entire time I was in Singapore was ‘Get me to Australia so I can sleep in a bed.’

Wow Floor Arrows!

Bleh

Never one to quit a challenge I found a place which served me my crispy pork at 10 am. It was disappointing, but satisfied with my achievement I caught the train back to the airport. I caught a few seconds of sleep on the journey, each time my slumber would be disturbed by head slipping of the window I had adopted as my pillow. Back at the airport, I did all you can do at an airport. I waited (and prayed for no delays) until I would finally be on my last plane journey for quite a while.