In which we survive five days in another big (and very expensive) city.
So, here we are in the city state of Singapore and it’s a Sunday, so we go downstairs to try our included alfresco breakfast. The hotel’s website shows images of beautiful young couples enjoying an unhurried breakfast as they chat and laugh in a sunny and spacious courtyard. The reality for us was a table pushed over to one side of a 2 metre-wide pedestrian diversion sandwiched between the front of the hotel and a wooden hording screening off the road works. Very little light making it down to street level but plenty of people walking through, taking a good look at you and what you’re eating as they pass, including workmen in their overalls on route to the site, which burst into action – just the other side of the wooden hoarding – at 10 o’clock on the dot, and which made all further conversation impossible.
We’d been warned that Singapore would be expensive, so Juli had researched and circled on a map all the shopping centres that had in them a branch of Marks & Spencer, reasoning (fairly) that since the goods would likely be the same as back home, so too would the prices. Not so, but at least we knew what we were getting and there was something comfortably familiar about being there. Neither of us found all that we were looking for, but we got some bits and pieces and I was able to complete my shopping at another store just along from M&S (finally found my plain black lace-ups) which meant that we were, at least, all set for Will’s big 40th birthday night out that evening, kicking off with a drink at Raffles Hotel in their famous Long Bar.
Next we walked to Little India, a part of town, which, as the name suggests, has a thriving Indian community and some amazing gold and and silver (but gold especially) jewellers and gorgeous sari and sari silk shops. The area is also home to the Mustafa Centre, which is another large shopping mall, but not as we (in the west) know it, Jim. Walking – or, rather, battling your way – through it is like exploring an eastern bazar, full of noise and colour; not really my thing, but Juli was loving every minute of it.
It was a hot day and by now we were both ready for a sit down and something to eat and, particularly, drink. I’d spotted a curry restaurant on the way through Little India that was advertising a couple of very reasonably prices set lunches. We ordered one of each so that we could share, and enjoyed the best Indian meal we’d had all trip and for some time before that. (Probably since a meal out in Bradford while on one of our trips to see Iona. Hi, Iona.)
Back at the hotel, with road-works still in full swing – this is a Sunday remember – we showered and changed into our poshest new frocks ready for the big night out. Big, not only because it was Will’s 40th, but also because it was going to be the last time we’d see most of our traveling companions of the last five months, and because it was being held, as previously mentioned, at Singapore’s world famous Raffles Hotel, home and birthplace of the world famous Singapore Sling.
We arrived bang on time and walked into the Long Bar hoping to make something of an entrance only to have the wind somewhat knocked out of our sails as we realised, after having a bit of a look round, that we were the first to arrive. There wasn’t an obvious space to await a party of 20 or so (some of Will’s friends were expected to be there too) so we left and went for a bit of a walk round the hotel, which, if you have a spare couple of grand, would be a lovely place to stay, although, I think it would be very tempting never to set foot outside of the place until it was time to come home.
When we got back round to the bar, there was still no sign of the others, so we sat at a table on their veranda and ordered, what else, but a couple of ‘original’ (they come in all sorts of new variations) Singapore Slings. I’d like to think we looked the part, because the woman who took my order asked for the number of our suite and seemed surprised when I explained we weren’t guests and would be paying cash, but she probably asks the same question to all their customers, most of whom weren’t dressed up at all. Shorts and T-shirts at Raffles? I don’t know; country’s gone to the dogs. Pah! In my day… bloody disgrace… little pink bits on the map… and so on and so forth.
The others arrived en masse while we were waiting for our drinks, which is a pity because it would have been nice to be discovered Sling in hand to complete the picture of colonial decadence, but everyone made the right noises: ‘Wow!’; ‘Look at you,’; ‘Love that dress/suit*,’ (*=delete as appropriate) and, to be honest, we, all of us, looked the part and caught more than a few admiring glances from the other patrons there that evening. Everyone looked fab in their respective new dresses, suits and, in one case, sari plus makeup and hair dos/cuts. No one more so than Will, who looked resplendent in his new three-piece and neatly trimmed goatee, quite a change from his usual surf shorts plus rock band/beer brand T-shirts, flip-flops and wild ‘mountain man’ hair and beard.
After a quick chorus of Happy Birthday, a couple more drinks, some chat and quite a few teary good-byes, we headed off with Adam and Corinne – to whom we didn’t say good bye, as we’ be seeing them again on the ship to Oz – in search of food. I’d like to say we finished the night in style at some fancy restaurant or colonial style chophouse, but we didn’t. Instead we dined at Wendy’s Burgers with coffee at a local coffee shop. Well, after Raffles, that’s all we could afford.
“Another Original Sling, sir?” “You’ll have to ask my bank manger.”
[Pictures to follow... hopefully.]
So, the next morning, because we didn’t get down to breakfast before 8.00 am, we had to sit inside because the road works had started up again by then and you couldn’t hear yourself think on the street. ‘Inside’ was a bar with some high stools and tables, which was, at least, quieter due to the heavy door to the street, but the same door meant that, if you were carrying more than one thing back from the buffet outside, you either had to be lucky with someone coming out when you wanted to go in, or put your food on the pavement then open the door and somehow hold it open with your foot while you retrieved your food.
Last night, when we got back to the hotel after Raffles, Juli managed to speak to the manager about the misrepresentation of the hotel on their website and a bunch of other stuff, most of which had been resolved quite quickly and easily but should have been picked up before. Anyway, I don’t know exactly what she said – I hate confrontation and Juli doesn’t need a second – but the manager came to see us and agreed to a healthy discount on our stay to be put back onto our card. It didn’t make the room or the hotel any better, of course, but it did help to sweeten the bitter taste in our mouths, so that was a good result.
We’d arranged to meet with Corinna one last time – she didn’t want to say goodbye at Raffles – and she gave us a card, to be opened after she’d gone, so we decided to keep it until our anniversary and open it with the others Marion had brought with her from home. We met, appropriately enough, at the Sim Lim Square shopping centre, which is famous in Singapore for being the place to go for electronics. After a quick wander round there, we had lunch at another cheap and cheerful curry shop nearby, then walked to another shopping centre, the Cathay Centre at our end of Orchard Road, Singapore’s premier shopping street. (A bit like Regent’s Street in London.)
The Cathay Centre is a new construction built behind the 30’s facade of a much older building, which was the headquarters of the BBC in Singapore before the Second World War and used, after they’d captured the island, by the Japanese as their centre for propaganda. Now, it houses many shops and offices plus a cinema, so, one way or another, it’s been used for the purposes of marketing and spin for a quite a while.
Today our mission was to book two tickets for Skyfall, the latest 007 movie, which premiered in London while we were travelling. We arranged things so that we had a bit of time between buying the tickets and the film starting so that we could go a little bit further down Orchard Road to the tourist information office, where we enquired about city tour bus trips and the zoo.
We came away with bus tickets and brochures and just enough time to nip into Starbucks before the film started. Don’t know if you’ve seen it yet, but I – a bit of Bond fan – think it’s one of the best. Daniel Craig is fast becoming my favourite Bond – Sorry, Sir Sean – and manages to reference some of the old movies to the extent that it sort of comes full circle, whilst standing on it’s own as an excellent, modern day story of global espionage in 21st century cyberspace. Do see it if you haven’t, but watch out for the thicker and faster than usual product placement, which can distract at times.
Bond refreshes the parts other movie franchises can’t reach.
This is the day the other’s should have caught the ferry to Jakarta, but we found out from Corinna that they were flying instead due to the ferry having broken down. Apparently this late change of plans caught some of the group on the hop and caused not a little muttering in the ranks. However, it made no difference to Will, who was staying in Singapore for a few more days with his mate Wayne, who travelled with the group for a bit from Bangkok, nor to Ange, Martin and Feng, who had made other arrangements anyway, and not at all to us, who, at the time of writing, feel well out of all that now.
Breakfast this morning was boiled carrots and onions with baked beans. Very boutique (not).
We had to walk a bit to our nearest round the town open-top tour bus stop, which was back on Orchard Road. There are three open-top bus tours in Singapore: a sort of east-west route that covers the botanical gardens and the marina but not Little India or Chinatown; a north-south route that does Little India and Chinatown but neither the marina nor the botanical gardens; and the route we’d chosen, which is sort of a compromise route that goes near all four areas, but focuses more on giving an overview of the whole city.
We went round once to take photos and to see where we might want to stop off the second time around. You have to stop and get off at the Singapore Flyer, which is a Ferris wheel near the marina: like the London Eye but a bit taller, and serves as their hub. Other than the wheel, there’s not a lot else to do there except shop or have a drink and wait for the next bus to continue your tour. You can eat, though, and they have a sort of reconstruction of a typical street from the fifties, filled with all sorts of nostalgia and memorabilia with little food stalls selling cheap hawker food.
In the end, the only place we wanted to get off was the nearest stop to the Botanical Gardens, which are quite extensive and a bit like Savile Gardens near Windsor. They have a lake, where you can hear concerts sometimes; a large collection of orchids, which is the only thing you have to pay to see; and an original piece of rainforest, which has an accessible path through it. We had a lovely time walking round, seeing all the sculpture and following all the paths through the different gardens. You could easily spend a whole day there without spending very much money.
We didn’t have all day, though, and had to catch the last bus back, as we’d arranged to meet up with Adam and Corinne near their hotel in Little India at an (what else) Indian restaurant called the Jungle Tandoor, where the greeters where safari suits complete with pith helmets. We had a very jolly evening (as usual) and even managed to get our cruise tickets plus some other stuff printed off at an all night print shop on the way home. So it was a shame, then, that when we got back to the hotel the evening was spoiled by first, the news that there was a problem with putting the discount Juli had negotiated straight back onto our card – apparently their machine can’t do that – and second, with a item of laundry Juli had put in that they decided was too badly stained to risk washing, though they still charged us for washing it. [It later turned out that the offending item was in fact just rather faded.] Hey ho.
After breakfast, we went shopping. Back to M&S where Juli had spotted (and tried on) a really smart black dress plus shoes to match the first time we visited. I told her at the time she should have got it, but she was a bit unsure and it had a rather un-Marks-and-Sparks price tag. In the end we spent the whole of the discount Juli had negotiated on not only the dress and shoes, but a classy little evening bag too and pair of ear rings to top the ensemble [in all of which she looked absolutely fabulous on our first ‘formal’ (black tie) evening of the cruise].
After lunch, and an afternoon nap, we headed out once more to flag-down a taxi to take us to the Night Safari zoo, which is a bit of a way out of the city, next door to the main Singapore Zoo and, as the name suggests, only operates at night and features, not unsurprisingly, animals which are or are mostly nocturnal. It starts with a ‘Creatures of the Night’ show, which is a bit rubbish (unless you’re five) but the compere was very good and worked well with the people he brought up on stage to be stooges for various animal based comedy routines.
For most of the evening we walked around the park. There are four walking routes, each with a different theme, that connect up and allow you to see the majority of the park. To see it all, however, you have to take the electric tram, which criss-crosses the walking routes – don’t worry: they have plenty of staff at all the crossing points to make sure you’re not run over by the tram – and takes you to the parts the walking routes don’t cover. (Heineken should sponsor that too.) The whole thing is set up so you never feel the animals are caged in (visitors and carnivores – and the rest for that matter – are kept apart by moats and ditches) and you get to see all manner of normally unseen creatures going about their business, seemingly unaware of (or unconcerned by) the presence of humans. It’s a great attraction and just a shame it costs so much to get there by taxi because it’s out of town location and the public transport option is a bit complicated.
Spent most of our last full day scrubbing, rinsing and drying every inch of our tent in the hotel bathroom. Australia has some of the strictest bio security regulations in the world aimed at keeping out any nasty bugs and bacteria that might threaten Australia’s indigenous fauna and flora. As well as an outright ban on food stuffs, flowers and untreated wood. They’re especially suspicious of camping equipment, including muddy boots and tents, which may have been anywhere near farm land. It’s not that you can’t bring them in, but they have to be spotless or you risk having them taken off you and destroyed.
While I was closeted in the bathroom doing that, Juli did a bit more last minute shopping and ironing. We spent the whole day like that, with only a break in the middle of the day for a quick pizza lunch. But, in that day, I managed to get the job done including drying the thing, re folding it and putting it away, all spick and span and looking like new… sort of. We’ll have to see if it passes muster, assuming they even look at it: I don’t imagine many passengers disembark from a cruise ship carrying a tent.
And that’s about it for Singapore. We could have done loads more if we’d had the cash, but the next day we boarded the Celebrity Solstice bound for Sydney, Australia, and that’s another story.
TTFN - N
Day 155 (day 1 of 5 – Raffles)
So, here we are in the city state of Singapore and it’s a Sunday, so we go downstairs to try our included alfresco breakfast. The hotel’s website shows images of beautiful young couples enjoying an unhurried breakfast as they chat and laugh in a sunny and spacious courtyard. The reality for us was a table pushed over to one side of a 2 metre-wide pedestrian diversion sandwiched between the front of the hotel and a wooden hording screening off the road works. Very little light making it down to street level but plenty of people walking through, taking a good look at you and what you’re eating as they pass, including workmen in their overalls on route to the site, which burst into action – just the other side of the wooden hoarding – at 10 o’clock on the dot, and which made all further conversation impossible.We’d been warned that Singapore would be expensive, so Juli had researched and circled on a map all the shopping centres that had in them a branch of Marks & Spencer, reasoning (fairly) that since the goods would likely be the same as back home, so too would the prices. Not so, but at least we knew what we were getting and there was something comfortably familiar about being there. Neither of us found all that we were looking for, but we got some bits and pieces and I was able to complete my shopping at another store just along from M&S (finally found my plain black lace-ups) which meant that we were, at least, all set for Will’s big 40th birthday night out that evening, kicking off with a drink at Raffles Hotel in their famous Long Bar.
Next we walked to Little India, a part of town, which, as the name suggests, has a thriving Indian community and some amazing gold and and silver (but gold especially) jewellers and gorgeous sari and sari silk shops. The area is also home to the Mustafa Centre, which is another large shopping mall, but not as we (in the west) know it, Jim. Walking – or, rather, battling your way – through it is like exploring an eastern bazar, full of noise and colour; not really my thing, but Juli was loving every minute of it.
It was a hot day and by now we were both ready for a sit down and something to eat and, particularly, drink. I’d spotted a curry restaurant on the way through Little India that was advertising a couple of very reasonably prices set lunches. We ordered one of each so that we could share, and enjoyed the best Indian meal we’d had all trip and for some time before that. (Probably since a meal out in Bradford while on one of our trips to see Iona. Hi, Iona.)
Back at the hotel, with road-works still in full swing – this is a Sunday remember – we showered and changed into our poshest new frocks ready for the big night out. Big, not only because it was Will’s 40th, but also because it was going to be the last time we’d see most of our traveling companions of the last five months, and because it was being held, as previously mentioned, at Singapore’s world famous Raffles Hotel, home and birthplace of the world famous Singapore Sling.
We arrived bang on time and walked into the Long Bar hoping to make something of an entrance only to have the wind somewhat knocked out of our sails as we realised, after having a bit of a look round, that we were the first to arrive. There wasn’t an obvious space to await a party of 20 or so (some of Will’s friends were expected to be there too) so we left and went for a bit of a walk round the hotel, which, if you have a spare couple of grand, would be a lovely place to stay, although, I think it would be very tempting never to set foot outside of the place until it was time to come home.
When we got back round to the bar, there was still no sign of the others, so we sat at a table on their veranda and ordered, what else, but a couple of ‘original’ (they come in all sorts of new variations) Singapore Slings. I’d like to think we looked the part, because the woman who took my order asked for the number of our suite and seemed surprised when I explained we weren’t guests and would be paying cash, but she probably asks the same question to all their customers, most of whom weren’t dressed up at all. Shorts and T-shirts at Raffles? I don’t know; country’s gone to the dogs. Pah! In my day… bloody disgrace… little pink bits on the map… and so on and so forth.
The others arrived en masse while we were waiting for our drinks, which is a pity because it would have been nice to be discovered Sling in hand to complete the picture of colonial decadence, but everyone made the right noises: ‘Wow!’; ‘Look at you,’; ‘Love that dress/suit*,’ (*=delete as appropriate) and, to be honest, we, all of us, looked the part and caught more than a few admiring glances from the other patrons there that evening. Everyone looked fab in their respective new dresses, suits and, in one case, sari plus makeup and hair dos/cuts. No one more so than Will, who looked resplendent in his new three-piece and neatly trimmed goatee, quite a change from his usual surf shorts plus rock band/beer brand T-shirts, flip-flops and wild ‘mountain man’ hair and beard.
After a quick chorus of Happy Birthday, a couple more drinks, some chat and quite a few teary good-byes, we headed off with Adam and Corinne – to whom we didn’t say good bye, as we’ be seeing them again on the ship to Oz – in search of food. I’d like to say we finished the night in style at some fancy restaurant or colonial style chophouse, but we didn’t. Instead we dined at Wendy’s Burgers with coffee at a local coffee shop. Well, after Raffles, that’s all we could afford.
“Another Original Sling, sir?” “You’ll have to ask my bank manger.”
[Pictures to follow... hopefully.]
Day 156 (day 2 of 5 – Skyfall)
So, the next morning, because we didn’t get down to breakfast before 8.00 am, we had to sit inside because the road works had started up again by then and you couldn’t hear yourself think on the street. ‘Inside’ was a bar with some high stools and tables, which was, at least, quieter due to the heavy door to the street, but the same door meant that, if you were carrying more than one thing back from the buffet outside, you either had to be lucky with someone coming out when you wanted to go in, or put your food on the pavement then open the door and somehow hold it open with your foot while you retrieved your food.Last night, when we got back to the hotel after Raffles, Juli managed to speak to the manager about the misrepresentation of the hotel on their website and a bunch of other stuff, most of which had been resolved quite quickly and easily but should have been picked up before. Anyway, I don’t know exactly what she said – I hate confrontation and Juli doesn’t need a second – but the manager came to see us and agreed to a healthy discount on our stay to be put back onto our card. It didn’t make the room or the hotel any better, of course, but it did help to sweeten the bitter taste in our mouths, so that was a good result.
We’d arranged to meet with Corinna one last time – she didn’t want to say goodbye at Raffles – and she gave us a card, to be opened after she’d gone, so we decided to keep it until our anniversary and open it with the others Marion had brought with her from home. We met, appropriately enough, at the Sim Lim Square shopping centre, which is famous in Singapore for being the place to go for electronics. After a quick wander round there, we had lunch at another cheap and cheerful curry shop nearby, then walked to another shopping centre, the Cathay Centre at our end of Orchard Road, Singapore’s premier shopping street. (A bit like Regent’s Street in London.)
The Cathay Centre is a new construction built behind the 30’s facade of a much older building, which was the headquarters of the BBC in Singapore before the Second World War and used, after they’d captured the island, by the Japanese as their centre for propaganda. Now, it houses many shops and offices plus a cinema, so, one way or another, it’s been used for the purposes of marketing and spin for a quite a while.
Today our mission was to book two tickets for Skyfall, the latest 007 movie, which premiered in London while we were travelling. We arranged things so that we had a bit of time between buying the tickets and the film starting so that we could go a little bit further down Orchard Road to the tourist information office, where we enquired about city tour bus trips and the zoo.
We came away with bus tickets and brochures and just enough time to nip into Starbucks before the film started. Don’t know if you’ve seen it yet, but I – a bit of Bond fan – think it’s one of the best. Daniel Craig is fast becoming my favourite Bond – Sorry, Sir Sean – and manages to reference some of the old movies to the extent that it sort of comes full circle, whilst standing on it’s own as an excellent, modern day story of global espionage in 21st century cyberspace. Do see it if you haven’t, but watch out for the thicker and faster than usual product placement, which can distract at times.
Bond refreshes the parts other movie franchises can’t reach.
Day 157 (day 3 of 5 – Botanical Gardens)
This is the day the other’s should have caught the ferry to Jakarta, but we found out from Corinna that they were flying instead due to the ferry having broken down. Apparently this late change of plans caught some of the group on the hop and caused not a little muttering in the ranks. However, it made no difference to Will, who was staying in Singapore for a few more days with his mate Wayne, who travelled with the group for a bit from Bangkok, nor to Ange, Martin and Feng, who had made other arrangements anyway, and not at all to us, who, at the time of writing, feel well out of all that now.Breakfast this morning was boiled carrots and onions with baked beans. Very boutique (not).
We had to walk a bit to our nearest round the town open-top tour bus stop, which was back on Orchard Road. There are three open-top bus tours in Singapore: a sort of east-west route that covers the botanical gardens and the marina but not Little India or Chinatown; a north-south route that does Little India and Chinatown but neither the marina nor the botanical gardens; and the route we’d chosen, which is sort of a compromise route that goes near all four areas, but focuses more on giving an overview of the whole city.
We went round once to take photos and to see where we might want to stop off the second time around. You have to stop and get off at the Singapore Flyer, which is a Ferris wheel near the marina: like the London Eye but a bit taller, and serves as their hub. Other than the wheel, there’s not a lot else to do there except shop or have a drink and wait for the next bus to continue your tour. You can eat, though, and they have a sort of reconstruction of a typical street from the fifties, filled with all sorts of nostalgia and memorabilia with little food stalls selling cheap hawker food.
In the end, the only place we wanted to get off was the nearest stop to the Botanical Gardens, which are quite extensive and a bit like Savile Gardens near Windsor. They have a lake, where you can hear concerts sometimes; a large collection of orchids, which is the only thing you have to pay to see; and an original piece of rainforest, which has an accessible path through it. We had a lovely time walking round, seeing all the sculpture and following all the paths through the different gardens. You could easily spend a whole day there without spending very much money.
We didn’t have all day, though, and had to catch the last bus back, as we’d arranged to meet up with Adam and Corinne near their hotel in Little India at an (what else) Indian restaurant called the Jungle Tandoor, where the greeters where safari suits complete with pith helmets. We had a very jolly evening (as usual) and even managed to get our cruise tickets plus some other stuff printed off at an all night print shop on the way home. So it was a shame, then, that when we got back to the hotel the evening was spoiled by first, the news that there was a problem with putting the discount Juli had negotiated straight back onto our card – apparently their machine can’t do that – and second, with a item of laundry Juli had put in that they decided was too badly stained to risk washing, though they still charged us for washing it. [It later turned out that the offending item was in fact just rather faded.] Hey ho.
Day 158 (day 4 of 5 – Night Safari)
After breakfast, we went shopping. Back to M&S where Juli had spotted (and tried on) a really smart black dress plus shoes to match the first time we visited. I told her at the time she should have got it, but she was a bit unsure and it had a rather un-Marks-and-Sparks price tag. In the end we spent the whole of the discount Juli had negotiated on not only the dress and shoes, but a classy little evening bag too and pair of ear rings to top the ensemble [in all of which she looked absolutely fabulous on our first ‘formal’ (black tie) evening of the cruise].After lunch, and an afternoon nap, we headed out once more to flag-down a taxi to take us to the Night Safari zoo, which is a bit of a way out of the city, next door to the main Singapore Zoo and, as the name suggests, only operates at night and features, not unsurprisingly, animals which are or are mostly nocturnal. It starts with a ‘Creatures of the Night’ show, which is a bit rubbish (unless you’re five) but the compere was very good and worked well with the people he brought up on stage to be stooges for various animal based comedy routines.
For most of the evening we walked around the park. There are four walking routes, each with a different theme, that connect up and allow you to see the majority of the park. To see it all, however, you have to take the electric tram, which criss-crosses the walking routes – don’t worry: they have plenty of staff at all the crossing points to make sure you’re not run over by the tram – and takes you to the parts the walking routes don’t cover. (Heineken should sponsor that too.) The whole thing is set up so you never feel the animals are caged in (visitors and carnivores – and the rest for that matter – are kept apart by moats and ditches) and you get to see all manner of normally unseen creatures going about their business, seemingly unaware of (or unconcerned by) the presence of humans. It’s a great attraction and just a shame it costs so much to get there by taxi because it’s out of town location and the public transport option is a bit complicated.
Day 159 (day 5 of 5 – wash day)
Spent most of our last full day scrubbing, rinsing and drying every inch of our tent in the hotel bathroom. Australia has some of the strictest bio security regulations in the world aimed at keeping out any nasty bugs and bacteria that might threaten Australia’s indigenous fauna and flora. As well as an outright ban on food stuffs, flowers and untreated wood. They’re especially suspicious of camping equipment, including muddy boots and tents, which may have been anywhere near farm land. It’s not that you can’t bring them in, but they have to be spotless or you risk having them taken off you and destroyed.While I was closeted in the bathroom doing that, Juli did a bit more last minute shopping and ironing. We spent the whole day like that, with only a break in the middle of the day for a quick pizza lunch. But, in that day, I managed to get the job done including drying the thing, re folding it and putting it away, all spick and span and looking like new… sort of. We’ll have to see if it passes muster, assuming they even look at it: I don’t imagine many passengers disembark from a cruise ship carrying a tent.
And that’s about it for Singapore. We could have done loads more if we’d had the cash, but the next day we boarded the Celebrity Solstice bound for Sydney, Australia, and that’s another story.
TTFN - N
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