An excellent flight on another Boeing 777-300A with good food and wines. Business class was less that half full so we had great service from the Singaporean air hostesses. Ray has decided that we might want one as they would be very handy for replenishing drinks whilst watching rugby, cricket etc! I think it's fair to say that Lucy was less convinced!
On time at Singapore which is the most incredible, efficient airport. Ray was particularly impressed when the immigration officer looked at his passport and asked if he was a Newcastle United supporter and part of the Toon Army! Quite a contrast from the rather grumpy officials in Australia.
A taxi to our hotel and off we went to explore Singapore. The area where our hotel, the Swissotel Merchant Court, is situated is very central and includes a restaurant/shopping complex called Clarke Quay (and an MRT station of the same name). The buildings in the area are pastel coloured and attractive in a rather gaudy way.
Very hot and humid and after a wrong turn in Fort Canning Park resulted in the LLW having to climb a lot more stairs that she deemed necessary there was nothing for it but to retreat to Raffles for a cooling drink. No not Singapore Slings this time but perhaps tomorrow.
It was now so hot and humid that we decided to head back to the hotel for a while until it cooled down. It was too hot to walk back so we had our first experience of the Singapore MRT underground system. Very impressive and blissfully air conditioned.
Ray had a swim in the outdoor hotel pool and it had been decreed that Little India was the destination now and we again used the MRT for the few stops to Farrer Park station which is at the northern end of Little India and close to the Mustafa centre which is a 24 hour Indian shopping mall. All quite extraordinary and buzzing. Amazing displays of gold jewelry and food not to mention row upon row of designer (?) watches.
We wandered on down through the area heading towards the southern fringes where a Nepalese restaurant ad been recommended in our guide book. The temperature was now quite pleasant and we sat outside enjoying a very good indian/nepalese meal.
Having had a 04:00 start we were now wilting and it was time to head back to our hotel.
On time at Singapore which is the most incredible, efficient airport. Ray was particularly impressed when the immigration officer looked at his passport and asked if he was a Newcastle United supporter and part of the Toon Army! Quite a contrast from the rather grumpy officials in Australia.
A taxi to our hotel and off we went to explore Singapore. The area where our hotel, the Swissotel Merchant Court, is situated is very central and includes a restaurant/shopping complex called Clarke Quay (and an MRT station of the same name). The buildings in the area are pastel coloured and attractive in a rather gaudy way.
Very hot and humid and after a wrong turn in Fort Canning Park resulted in the LLW having to climb a lot more stairs that she deemed necessary there was nothing for it but to retreat to Raffles for a cooling drink. No not Singapore Slings this time but perhaps tomorrow.
It was now so hot and humid that we decided to head back to the hotel for a while until it cooled down. It was too hot to walk back so we had our first experience of the Singapore MRT underground system. Very impressive and blissfully air conditioned.
Ray had a swim in the outdoor hotel pool and it had been decreed that Little India was the destination now and we again used the MRT for the few stops to Farrer Park station which is at the northern end of Little India and close to the Mustafa centre which is a 24 hour Indian shopping mall. All quite extraordinary and buzzing. Amazing displays of gold jewelry and food not to mention row upon row of designer (?) watches.
We wandered on down through the area heading towards the southern fringes where a Nepalese restaurant ad been recommended in our guide book. The temperature was now quite pleasant and we sat outside enjoying a very good indian/nepalese meal.
Having had a 04:00 start we were now wilting and it was time to head back to our hotel.
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