Singapore is probably the closest to any American city. Not quite the size of NYC, but bigger than Baltimore. Probably closest to San Francisco: progressive, clean (aside from the SF bum problem), advanced, great subway. Doesn’t have the SF charm or hills, and SF doesn’t have Singapore’s palm trees. Maybe this is a bad comparison. Singapore is Singapore. Anyway, here are some photos we clicked during our short stay.
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While half sleeping, we went out for our first dinner with Mackenzie, Taylor and Jana. A little charming place called Suzi’s. You know, right off the city street, alongside a hand car wash. Outdoor seating in plastic lawn chairs. But an extremely tasty fare! We indulged in 30 chicken-on-a-sticks with peanut sauce, fried rice, and warm pitas packed with melted cheese paired with a lentil sauce, a spicy sauce and a something else I can’t remember. One of the pitas had raisins inside. We washed it down with fresh lime juice. Despite the charming ambiance, there was free wifi which enabled us to book our bus coach from KL to Singapore. I write this while cruising down the highway/freeway/tollway in my cushy leather seat (more in the next blog).
P.S. – I was too tired to remember to photograph the food last night. Sorry!
After spending a lifetime in the air to get here, we settled on “The Convenient Way To Fly” — Aeroline. Big cushy leather seats, personal touch pad entertainment with b-run movies (be sure to check out 7 Days in Utopia), free bottled water, a sandwich and danish, complementary headphones, pillow, blankets and a waiter.
Oh, and it’s a double decker where all the passengers sit on the upper floor. Great way to feel like your flying. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking from the driver’s seat. We have reached our cruising altitude of 2 m at a highly fluctuating speed circa 110 km/hr. We hope you enjoy your Aero-quasi-flight.”
Hell, for 90 ringgit you can’t friggin’ beat it!
The rest area is an interesting sight. It’s like a flea market food court farmer’s market. With bathrooms that are outdoors. Where you can pop a squat then hose yourself down.
