Doug wanted to take me on top of the Marina Bay Sands to view the city at night. He had been there and I had been on the ferris wheel but this is much taller.
This is a laser and water show they put on nightly.
This is a floating field used for soccer games and ceremonies
Here are some night views from 57 stories up on Marina Bay Sands Hotel.
We will be going to Thailand for a few days so I probably won’t have any posting until we get back but I’ll bet I will have some amazing pictures then.
Today I went to the Singapore Art Museum. They had some displays from contemporary artists from here and Thailand. I was in a huge old building that used to be a boys school.
Afterwards I went to a display at the library featuring the letters of Sir Raffles about the founding of Singapore. It was the biggest library I have ever seen. Fifteen stories with glass elevators.
A different hotel this time. The room is bigger and there is a beautiful view of the city at night and the pool too.
After breakfast on Sunday we were trying to decide what to do. It’s Doug’s last open day in Singapore. He wanted to show me where the condo was that he used to stay in and he said there were lots of hiking trails in the area. I had no idea what I was in for. I didn’t even put on my pedometer. We rode the MRT to the end of the line and he of course had to make a bee line for the Toast Box in the mall when we got there for his favorite, Kopi pain. Iced coffee. We made our way outside and immediately started sweating. It was hot and sunny! We walked to the condo and then to a marina next to it.
Of course you would carry your helicopter with you on your yaht.
Doug really wanted to see this boat going across the water. He said he thought it was a hydrafoil.
We walked on a trail along the water’s edge to a nearby park. There were old machine gun batteries constructed by the English to defend the harbor from pirates but then lost to the Japanese during World War II and then forgotten and enveloped by the surrounding jungle until rediscovered.
Here is a link for you history buffs who would like to read more about the Battle of Singapore. It is one of the worst defeats ever suffered by the British who surrendered even though they far outnumbered their invaders. Interestingly enough, it was just mentioned in the new Billy Bob Thornton film I just saw.
What do you do if you can’t cut trails through the jungle? You go over it!
This sign was posted all along the skywalk. I went from hoping to see a monkey to being terrified that one was going to jump out and wrestle my purse from me because of course I had food in it. I considered taking my money out and putting it in my pocket so they wouldn’t make off with that but we never saw any.
Beautiful views though.
view from skywalk
This is a curvy, wooden bridge
Should I try it? I think I have to don’t I? It’s not like I can order one when I get home.
We went to the original Raffles Hotel where the Singapore Sling was invented to try one. I can’t believe we haven’t had one until now. I don’t know how we both managed to blink at the same time when our waiter snapped the picture.
So I started off Thursday morning in Texas, landed in Amsterdam Friday morning and arrived in Singapore on Saturday morning. I think it was around 30 hours that elapsed. I chased the sun around the world. I had to fly to Houston first and because I was using Doug’s miles I got to have elite status and skip ahead in the security lines and go to the lounge in the airports. I was always so jealous of those people. Now I am never going to want to go back to waiting in lines and sitting in those little chairs at the gates. The Houston lounge was huge and full of people. Who are all of these people and where are they going? It is so quiet, especially in contrast to all of the hustle and bustle and noise just outside the door. They had lots of food so I fixed a plate and had a free lunch of crackers and cheese, carrots with ranch and a banana. I stuffed my pockets with cookies, an apple and added chocolate covered raisins to a zip lock bag of almonds that I had in my purse. SCORE. My flight left at 3:30 that afternoon. It was full, FULL I say, of tall, blonde Dutch people. The guy across from me was 6’7” he said. He asked if he could move up one row and sit in the seats with extra leg room but they said not unless he paid more even though no one was sitting there. There were lots and lots of extra seats so his traveling companions moved back and he could at least lie down and stretch out. He had to sit up to eat and watch movies though and I felt so bad for him. There was another guy on there who was almost that tall and his Dad asked about the seats for him too. The seats remained empty and everyone spread out throughout the plane. I was on the aisle seat in a row of two and finally, after dinner, my neighbor moved a couple of rows back so I laid down and tried to sleep. I got a few hours in I think. Not a particularly deep sleep but it did count. My pillow kept slipping between the seat and the window and the nice man behind me would put it back in my seat. I would wake up and find it at my feet. I never did talk to him. Once when I stood up I looked back there at him to thank him but he was asleep.
When we landed in Amsterdam it was about six in the morning their time. I saw canals when we were landing. The airport had glass walls but I couldn’t see much of the city because it was really overcast and foggy outside. I was there for about three hours but it looked the same the whole time. I found where my gate was and went to check out the lounge there. No food but all the booze you could drink. Self serve. They had bottles of every kind of liquor you can think of in dispensers, wine bottles uncorked and ready to pour, beer, cokes, water and mixers in the fridge. The only problem was it wasn’t even eight o’clock in the morning! That didn’t seem to stop anybody but me though. I saw one guy come in, pour a tumbler of red wine, guzzle it down and turn around and leave. I’m not judging. Maybe it was for medicinal purposes. Maybe that’s the only way he could get on a plane. I would have at least had a mimosa but there wasn’t any champagne.
I flew Singapore Air for the final leg of the journey. This plane was packed full. I had an aisle seat next to a nice couple on their way to Australia. I couldn’t understand them when they spoke to each other but they spoke perfect English when speaking to me. We didn’t chat much at first. Even though it was morning, we were served dinner and offered wine. I still couldn’t do it. I watched some movies and tried to sleep but it was a lot more difficult sitting upright. Plus, I was just more uncomfortable from all of the accumulative sitting. There was the cutest little girl with blond curls. Her parent’s tall, blonde and Dutch. She did really well most of the time but she woke up sometime after they had dimmed the lights and everyone was trying to sleep and she wasn’t going for it so every once in a while she would cry and I would wake up. You couldn’t be mad at her though. When her parents would walk her down the aisle she would wave at everyone as she went by. I was thinking how difficult it would be to take a ten hour plane ride with a child but really it would be easier than a long car trip. Occasionally, we would have to be in our seats with the seatbelts fastened but sometimes she could sit in their laps or go for a stroll.
We landed in Singapore and it was 5:30 in the morning. I picked up my bag, went through customs, exchanged some cash and caught the MRT to the hotel. I didn’t feel too bad so we went down and had breakfast but I did take a nap a little later. Then we got out and did some shopping then headed over to Raffles Hotel for dinner. More about that in next posting. We went to bed and I was so happy that I slept all night. I was expecting the” two in the morning wake up because it is the middle of the day back home” but it didn’t happen. We will see how the next few nights go but so far, so good.
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.
– Innocents Abroad
Fitting Quote by Mark Twain.