Immediately upon landing in Singapore, we decided to go all out and indulge in a truly Asian meal: Subway. Tuna Sandwiches. Foot longs. And what more authentic place to enjoy these smelly treasures than the Singaporean metro? Little did we know that this dining experience carried a $5,000 fine (along with eating durians on the train, a true criminal offense if you’ve ever smelled these dubious fruits). Luckily, we escaped without punishment and found our way to our hostel, a 28-person warehouse filled with Germans galore. We met Fabio, we mean Fabian, and Alex, the Russian German Jew who embarked on the city with us, visiting temples and eating egg filled donuts.
For dinner, we ate Indian food from banana leaves in a restaurant where white skin was not only a rarity, but frowned upon. We were out of place. Our dessert was a trip to the vegetable market, where we discovered peas the size of tennis balls and bananas the size of dildos (sorry to the mature adults reading this).
For our last day in Singapore we found the one nice thing in the whole city: the Orchid Garden. Set amongst the lush Botanical Gardens, this orchid theme park housed species from all over the world, hot, cold and tea houses, and many Kodak moments. Of course, as we seem to meet schnitzels (or Germans, take your pick) everywhere we go, Inge and Eva joined us this afternoon. They were really great—interesting, sweet and full of helpful camera-related information.
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| Alex the crazy jewboy |
For our last day in Singapore we found the one nice thing in the whole city: the Orchid Garden. Set amongst the lush Botanical Gardens, this orchid theme park housed species from all over the world, hot, cold and tea houses, and many Kodak moments. Of course, as we seem to meet schnitzels (or Germans, take your pick) everywhere we go, Inge and Eva joined us this afternoon. They were really great—interesting, sweet and full of helpful camera-related information.
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| Asians in life jackets... in shallow water... |
Our time in Singapore was over (not soon enough), so we scurried our little (or big) buns to the airport. Here we met a nice plump fellow (who we’re almost positive pays a Thai woman to live with him year-round in Phuket) and three idiot muay thai freak fighters (ok, one was really cute and sounded like Jonah from Summer Heights High—if you haven’t seen it, run to the nearest Netflix center) with gravel rash and way too much testosterone.
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None of this bothered us—we were off to Thailand, the start of our grand adventure. At least, we can now officially check Singapore off the list. Whoopdee frickin’ doo. |
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| Uhhh Really?!? ... Asians... |
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hahahhaha i love the asians with life-jackets in shallow water. i wanna leave indian (non-spicy please) food on banana leaves with you guys!
ReplyDeletehahahh i just noticed the nose picking picture too, love it
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