Arriving home felt
strange. The weather was cold, the atmosphere felt lifeless and the buildings
were drab. My body had adjusted itself to expect the immense heat, which slowed
you down as you walked over baked concrete. But the audio-visuals of the places
had seeped in to my subconscious and I wanted bright yellows and powder blues,
decrepit old colonial style architecture and the sharp smell of fish sauce
running down the drains. I missed the heat but not the mosquitoes, I pondered, scratching
my scabs on the way home.
Day 1. 13/4/19
Singapore
We arrived in the early evening
at Singapore Airport, to coincide with the opening of a new terminal called
Jewel. It has the largest indoor waterfall in the world, or something, and we
had no idea. The airport is firstly beautiful, a totally relaxing experience.
Nice smells, tranquil lighting and soft furnishing, like a hotel lobby or a classy
shopping mall. Rachel Chew (aka Papa Chew) was there – waiting for us – GRAND
REUNION! I was excited to be in Sing and she was excited to see Jewel. We were
both excited to see each other. Win win.
Rachel drove us to her
home in Palm Avenue, which is also architecturally beautiful (a running theme.)
The country is hot and humid, but also lush and amazing. No bugs, though tropical,
a first! We met her mum MeiLing, who asked to be called Auntie and her dad
Robert, whom yes, we should call Uncle. We were shown to our big room, had
showers, then left to go eat chilli crab, a Singaporean delicacy. Thy drove
us out to the East Coast area where we were right on the seafront. It was
dark and I could see all the flashing lights from the buildings on the other side of
the bay, but then Auntie corrected me, to tell me they were actually lights from the
ships waiting to dock at Singapore’s port. So many ships.
JUMBO Chilli Crab restaurant
was filled with families sitting round large circular tables, and when we
arrived there was a long queue snaking past the entrance. The Chews had booked
a table, of course, so we went upstairs and were presented with a royal feast: Prawns
“drunk” in wine, salted egg (has the consistency of houmous and tastes like
salty, rich, custard) lathered on crab, JUMBO chilli crab (delicious, sweet and
spicy and everything a crab could be), tofu with veg, razor clams in garlic
sauce with glass noodles, baby kai lan
fried with garlic (Rachel’s favourite, a kind of succulent kale), lilac yam
pudding topped with sweetcorn, mango and fresh fruits. Absolutely stuffed. There
was also a cool “Tiger Auntie” – a waitress who goes around serving tables with
Tiger beer in frosted glasses.
TJ joined us, which was
lovely, Uncle Rob enjoyed talking about space programmes to Aidan, Darren came
late as he had been spearfishing, so he was tired and felt like he had altitude
sickness. Auntie kept ordering us more food and Rachel was a delight. It felt
like I’d been adopted in to a Singaporean family.
Afterwards we left Auntie
& Uncle and jumped in to taxi, which looked like a school bus. We headed downtown
to the Ann Siang neighbourhood; weathered colonial shopfronts, narrow streets, colourfully
lit up temples by night, to go to a bar called Native. It was in an interesting
building, which used to be a storehouse for spices, then an opium den and now a
hipster cocktail bar. Run by a fanatic who makes alcohol from anything sourced or inspired locally. My drink ‘Concrete Jungle’ had bee pollen sprinkled atop a
single ice cube (the clearest block of ice I’ve ever seen.) The drink tasted
fine. Aidan’s cocktail smelt of turmeric and tasted like sour curry. In London this
would be pretentious, but in Singapore it somehow worked, probably because the
barman was earnest, sincere and handsome, so I was 100% on board with the
concept of Native.
Ashish joined us and his
friend Miles, then we all walked towards China Town, down a touristic alley
where all the ex-pats were hanging out. It sort of had the feeling of Spain, what with
the heat, cobbled streets, neon signage, European architecture and white people.
We went to a bar called Flagship where we drank beer and listened to indie
music that played over the speakers, where we remained for the entire playlist, from
Green Day to Green Day. Then left in the midnight heat, which I still found surprising,
after TJ had sneakily and generously settled the bill for all of us.
Day 2. 14/4/19
Singapore
We did a lot today. Aquarium
on Sentosa Island, lunch in Little India, Mustafa shopping mall, coffee at the
National Gallery, the Asian Civilisations Museum (ACM) and TJ’s dinner.
It was a hot and slightly
overcast day. Rachel took us to Sentosa Island and during the drive I couldn’t get
over the futuristic skyline of central Singapore. It really is something. Better
than any city skyline I’ve seen - better than Tokyo, NYC, London - because
things are so new. And the designs of
the skyscrapers are so stylish, coherent with the rest of the architecture, fitting
compactly within the city. Also, it’s tropical so lush greenery, palm trees and
bougainvillea swathe the sides of the immaculate roads.
The S.E.A. Aquarium tickets
were bought for us by Darren (oh!), so we went inside and saw some amazing fish.
But first, before that, here is some copy from the aquarium posters outside,
which we all laughed about, primarily as Rachel and Aidan work in advertising:
“50% Cow 100% Fish” (with a picture of a cowfish)
“Less heart than a bad date” (with a picture of a jelly fish)
“Oh Crab! I’m that old” (with a picture of a crab)
In the shark tank we saw
a Great White with its spectral eyes. There was a ginormous tank filled with
grouper fish, sting rays and manta rays, gliding through the water like Star
Wars spaceships. Darren knows a lot about fish (he designed and built his own
fish pond which looks more like an aquarium), so it was pretty interesting to go
with him. He commented that the yellow fin tuna inside the tank was unusual and
probably wouldn’t survive long, because they’re an open water fish, adapted to travelling
long distances in the ocean. ‘It’s rare for tuna fish to be bred in captivity,
so I don’t know how they got one in here.’ Darren informed us that that whoever
figures out how to farm tuna will be rich, as people have been trying and
failing for years.
He seemed right about the
Yellow Fin in the tank, it was the one fish swimming faster than the rest, darting
in straight lines through the artificial waters. Zoom. It seemed aggravated and
touchy and didn’t want to be contained or have to swerve to change directions.
Each time the tuna got to the end of the tank, it would do a sharp U-turn and gun it straight to the other side, like doing lengths of a pool
but with no goal in sight. Immense speed blocked by glass panes. The Yellow Fin would
probably die exhausted by a lack of freedom.
There was a funny-looking
fish called a Potato Cod with a fat snout, and the luminous sea jellies were
fun, more like an art installation than an organism. The Moray Eel was highly
impressive and looked like an underwater ancient god, with smaller eels worshipping
at its rock opening. At the end of the aquarium we got given a bright blue and
pink plush toy of an octopus, as they came free with our tickets. So, me and
Chew found some children to donate our toys to and Aidan kept his for his
little sister, who is an adult.
Chewy drove us to Little
India next. Darren joined us for Indian food at Madras New Woodlands. We had
dosa (with ghee is best), VIP dosa set, fake meat biriyani, and mango lassis
all round. The whole area was different to the other ones we visited in Sing because
it’s filled with Indian shops selling gold, saris, electronics, groceries, spices,
etc. After lunch we went to Mustafa Shopping Mall where they sealed Aidan’s and
Rachel’s bag with those plastic seal tags, to stop shoplifting, I guess. It was
a bane because I had to cut it open to get my wallet out of Aidan’s bag when I
bought a pair of Samsung headphones.
We all felt sleepy but
decided to carry on rather than nap as ‘That would be a waste of our time in
Singapore’, Aidan pointed out. Darren drove us to the National Gallery where he
dropped us off, then an old white woman asked Aidan if he was an Uber driver. (>.<)
Rachel wanted to take us for coffee at the National Gallery because of its
grandeur, as it used to be the houses of parliament, so the re-purposed space is
divine. High ceilings, cold marble floors, and the winner of the best children’s
museum 2018. The coffee turned out to be iced Ceylon tea for both me and A; and
even though Rachel constantly tries to pay for everything, we succeeded by
buying the drinks this time. Score.
After sipping our iced
beverages in Eames style chairs, we walked through and admired the building,
then went outside to the civic town centre. We marched through the supreme
courts, which is now the Victoria Theatre and viewed one of the two Raffles
statues standing in the area. A member of the British East India Company who is
acknowledged to be the founder of Singapore, yet we find out later at the ACM, he
only spent an accumulative 9 months in the country and was more of a colonial propaganda
figure than an active founder. We three considered the plaque on the
Raffles statue in front of the Singapore River which reads:
On
this historic site, Sir Stamford Raffles first landed in Singapore on 28th
January 1819 and with genius and perception changed the destiny of Singapore from
an obscure fishing village to a great seaport and modern metropolis.
As post-colonial
theorists we found it a bit “off”. This year (2019) marks the bicentenary of Raffles’
colonisation, so Singapore has made an effort to tackle this off-ish plaque in
the centre of their city, by putting up other statues, to encourage a dialogue
between histories. A newly erected statue of Sang Nila Utama is now 100m away
with its own plaque that reads:
Sang Nila Utama was a Srivijayan prince from Palembang, who arrived on our white
sandy shores while on a hunt in 1299. His vision of a lion – which he took as a
good omen – inspired him to establish the city of Singapura, the Lion City,
which he and his descendants turned into a flourishing port.
This inscription is
nowhere near as plucky or as punchy as the East India Co.’s, but it’s a start. At
the Asian Civilisations Museum, we looked round the bicentennial Raffles exhibition,
where an awesome curator-guide took us through his mostly Javanese collection, because
that’s where Raffles was posted for the majority of his career. I found out at
the time the E.I.C. had a bigger army than Britain and is considered to be the
first global corporation in history. Damn. After viewing the wide array of
artefacts at the ACM, including an almost complete Tang Dynasty shipwreck, TJ
came to pick us up.
(Before TJ arrived, I
tried a bite of Chewy’s durian flavoured ice cream and almost wretched. I learnt
I hated durian, but I loved how the Singaporean ice-cream man sandwiched the ice-cream between
a slice of white bread, so it's not cold on your teeth making it easier
to eat.)
TJ’s mansion is in the jungle
residential district of Singapore. It’s a massive house, beautifully kitted out
with artefacts, dark wood furnishings and a swimming pool. TJ and his helpers
had made us another feast, with lemon steamed fish, cuts of pork, glutinous
rice, grilled chilli prawns and casual champagne. We were eating like aristocrats
in Singapore. TJ’s dad joined us for dinner, who is quite the charmer and then
later on in the evening, I had the honour of meeting his grandmother, who at 95
is looking sharp. Red lace fitted dress, heavy jade necklace, straight posture,
bright eyes, narrow frame, pale skin. Graceful and eminent are the words I’ve
found for her. Later on, I’m told she was one of the first female doctors of Singapore.
Once dinner’s over and TJ’s family have hosted us admirably, we say our
goodbyes and I really admire a Fauvist coloured ceramic statue of a Trojan
Horse they have in their living room. That’s quite the gift.
Day 3. 15/4/19
Singapore
Rachel took Monday off
work to show us around the city, which her mum was shocked about, ‘She works so
hard, she says she can never take a day off.’ Rachel took us to the Botanic Gardens, which
is free and easy to access. People can go there to enjoy the greenery, tropical
indigenous forest and lake, or, in the cooler hours go jogging. I
saw my first iguana! It was hunting for a worm or insect in the undergrowth,
and it looked really intelligent, completely focussed on the task at hand of catching
its prey. Smelling the ground with its forked tongue, then shovelling the dirt
out of its way, and snapping up the creepy crawly with its jaws. Chewy tells us
this is where she used to play Pokémon Go, ‘There’s great Grass Pokémon here’,
but she gave up after she thought it was a waste of her life.
At the lake we saw many
many turtles, including a mother and baby, gently flapping in the water by her
side. They were mostly terrapins with the red slashes on their
cheeks and were relaxing to watch. We also got introduced to The Kindness Lion at
the park. A very basic design for a lion, like a cartoon character wearing
sports kit, who encourages kind acts, ‘Like picking up litter’, among Singaporean
school kids, Rachel tells us. I jokingly called him The Obedience Lion, but we posed for photos with him
anyways.
Rachel then took us out for
another amazing meal, this time to a Steamboat place called Hai Di Lao, where
they have the best customer service. We arrived and they covered all your belongings
with protective cloth, so they don’t get splashed by the sauces, and the
waitress even took my glasses and sealed them in a plastic bag and placed them
next to my seat. Neat. Steamboat is a Chinese dish where they cook all
the meats and vegetables in a hot pot, sunken in to the table and bubbling with
delicious stock. One half was spicy, and the other half was chicken stock. It’s
a bit like fondue, but you can use the stock to make a clear soup for your
noodles, also to combine and eat with other dishes. You cook your pork and beef cuts
for different durations in the different pots, then pull them out with your
chopsticks to dip in to various sauces. It was delicious. There was even a fresh
noodle maker (like a mixologist but for noodles) who strung out, flicked and
flipped fresh noodles at our table. It was pretty exciting, like a live noodle
show. Later on, I saw the same noodle guy performing the tricks for a completely
disinterested family who were looking down at their phones, and I felt sort of sad
for him.
After the meal was over
Rachel wanted to pay, but Aidan wanted to pay, so there was a hoo-haa. Even the staff
got involved, but Chewy spoke to them in Mandarin and so, Aidan was thwarted in
his efforts. Since we’d been out in the hot, outdoor humidity of the gardens and
now we were full of Steamboat, we went home, showered and napped. Aidan
had also been hit by a wave of jet lag. I fell asleep next to Chewy on her bed
and dribbled on her mattress.
We woke up to find Rachel’s mum
was offering to drive us to Gardens by the Bay, where the Supertrees
are! I’d really wanted to see the Supertrees (mainly because of the Planet
Earth BBC documentary) and it would be the perfect way to top off our stay. The Supertrees looked super cool up close; synthetic though abundant
with nature, wild but clean, like Singapore.
Chew also got us entry
tickets to the Cloud Dome and the Flower Dome, attached to the Supertrees
complex. The Cloud Dome was impressive, like a modernised version of Kew Gardens,
with an indoor waterfall and skywalk around a massive central pillar of plants.
All the plants are from higher altitudes, so cooler climes. The lush
vegetation gets misted with water for long periods of time forming clouds within
the dome, making for good photo ops. It reminded me a bit of Laputa – Castle in
the Sky.
There was a bird stuck
inside, flying back and forth beneath the glass dome. Outside you could see the
Singapore port really clearly, and again, the hundreds of container ships waiting
to dock there. It looked unreal because I’ve never seen the sea look so congested.
Singapore is a free port, so it attracts more ships as it has less trade restrictions
than others.
We left the Cloud Dome
and walked over to the main courtyard where we got our photos taken by a friendly
and competent cameraman, a Dutch tourist on holiday with her family. Then we went
to check the Flower Dome, which is less showy than the the other one, filled
with flower beds and bushes. They were holding a tulip exhibition, so we got to
walk through a mini Holland, with cut out windmills and fake verandas
surrounded by beautiful tulips. There
was a “European Market” going on inside the Flower Dome and it’s always interesting
to see your own culture through another culture’s eyes, so we went in. It had stalls
selling honey, wine, apple presse, popcorn and candy floss.
It was dusk so time for
the Light Show! We headed back to the Supertrees where we sat on the ground with
the amassing crowd and waited for it to begin. A big announcement said it was going
to be ‘Retro Night’ tonight, then all these Sixties and Seventies tracks
started playing up like The Jackson 5 and Tavares, and the Supertrees
pulsated with disco lights to the music. Pop, funk, crowd-pleasers - though none of the crowd danced, which was odd. (They do this light show every
night for FREE can you imagine how much energy must go in to putting on these
light shows? If it’s not green energy, then does that negate the environmentally
friendly impact the Supertrees are meant to be having? Just an afterthought.) I
was having fun.
Once the light show was
over, everyone pegged it over to Marina Bay Sands (MBS). That luxury hotel made
famous to me by a Martin Solveig music video. The walk to MBS is stunning, the bridge has mood lighting with trees placed along the middle and it crosses a curve in the river, which is also tastefully lit. This whole area is
re-claimed land (so that’s Singapore building in to the sea where there didn’t
used to be anything there before), meaning that the city planning must have been an
ideal vision realised. I can see that. The bridge becomes a mezzanine walkway, which runs over the hotel lobby, and then out again, to enter in to a luxury
shopping mall - where there’s an artificial river running under the shops with
gondolas for hire. I mean, come on. There’s an indoor waterfall in this mall too, which is chock-a-block full of brands that I can’t afford: Gucci,
Chanel, Hermes. We exit again in to the Marina where there is a hideously
dramatic laser show going on.
Fountains of water shoot up
in to the air! Green laser beams splice through cascades of water, as music from the last fight
scene in LOTR (or something like it) blares over the loudspeakers. People are
transfixed and it is the most tasteless and intense splashing I have ever seen. It ends by people clapping but also stampeding away from the Marina,
which is actually quite pretty when there aren’t any laser beams in the way.
We decided to go to the
rooftop bar on top of MBS, so that Aidan could finally get a chance to buy Rachel a drink, also to get a stunning view of the city by night. We even got a good
table to perch on and discussed what that dark patch could be in the middle of
the city? (We zoomed in on google maps and it turned out to be the National Zoo.) Drinks
followed by Malay food, followed by beer at Haji Lane, where there was live
music being played by different guitar singer/songwriters, all positioned
equidistantly apart down the street.
Haji Lane used to be cool
back in the day, actually Auntie told us she used to go hang out there when she
was younger, but alas no more. Its hippy heritage is reflected only in the psychedelic
street art, whose purpose today seemed primarily commercial. We sat outside a
bar called Blujaz Café, where Chew had a gin & tonic as she was working
the next day and me and A shared a jug of beer. I noted how Singapore must be so
safe because a woman nearby left her handbag in plain sight on her bar table, while she went for a smoke around the corner, which would be crazy in London.
We’d had a really good
time in Singapore, but sadly our time was up. Chew who had looked after us so
well, took us home in a taxi, then said goodnight. She saw us off
in the morning when we went to catch a bus for Malaysia.
