After a breakfast of Kaya at Killiney Kopitiam (read all about it here). We wandered around Somerset.

You hear these stories of Singapore being a police state, can’t chew gum and on and on, so when the loudspeaker on the train told me not eat or drink in the car or platform, I was worried that if I broke those rules an enormous mechatronic hand would come down from above and pull my limbs off one by one until I had learned my lesson. God forbid if I spilt anything, or imported any drugs (lucky escape, there).

So imagine my surprise when the train station opened out onto a particularly well sign-posted, graffiti covered skate park.

I am actually in Vietnam now (made it safely!), but there will be more from Singapore soon.

We arrived in Singapore mid afternoon. After piles of bland special nut-free plane meals, and an in-flight entertainment system that didn’t work, I was itching for some real food, some real experiences. 

From the airport we jumped on a train to the red-light district in search of our hotel. Booked cheap and at the last minute I was expecting a windowless hot sticky box, but instead got frigid air-conditioning and an amazing view.

Food was found in a familiar feeling Chinese eatery, where asking for rice didn’t get a response, but ‘mǐ fàn!’  worked a treat.

Tomorrow we will explore some more.