Archive: The Singapore to-do (done) list

27 02 2008

Well, now that I’m back in the states, the list of “To do while in Singapore” is ready to be removed from The List. Happily, I can say I completed most things … and I’m also happy to say there are some things I just didn’t get to. What I learned for me: don’t believe the locals who say, “there’s nothing to do here,” AND strive to do more than time allows — that way you don’t end up doing less than time allows and both end up missing great sights AND getting into that “what do you want to do? I don’t know, what do you want to do? I’m bored” state of mind.

Two quotes come to mind, from equally inspiring sources:

  • “Our greatest fear is not that we set our aim too great and we miss it, but that we aim too low and we reach it.” — Michelangelo
  • “Smart people don’t get bored.” — My mother

That said, if you’re ever in Singapore, I recommend a few things from our list…

Singapore

  • Little India (before and at night during Deepavali)
  • Arab Street (normal and for a hookah stop at night)
  • Gondola ride (didn’t make it to the top of the hill, but made it the other direction to Sentosa)
  • Singapore Sling at Raffles hotel (multiples in fact)
  • High tea & cucumber sandwiches at Raffles hotel (with the ‘rents)
  • Orchard Road (normal and at night around Christmas time)
  • Chinatown (normal and at night during Chinese New Year — year of the Rat)
  • Merlion (both of them!) – there’s one near the Fullerton and another bigger one on Sentosa
  • Bumboat river tour (bring a sense of humor)
  • Symphony / concert / opera at one of the playhouses (“La Traviata” at the Esplanade; a performance at the art museum; and another at a university)
  • Botanical gardens (Do NOT miss this.)
  • Night safari (with Sarah and again with the ‘rents — don’t miss the bat walk!)
  • Try the “Chili Crab” (and done again and again. It’s fantastic. Favorite spot is definitely at East Coast Seafood, on the water between the airport & the city. Add the Pepper Crab to the table’s order if you’re with a big group … and be sure to get the buns to soak up the chili sauce, it’s the best part!)
  • Sunday Brunch at one of the hotels (expensive, but worthwhile) — fittingly, we went to The Conrad.
  • Go inside one of the temples (Little India tour)
  • Museums – I made it to the Singapore Art Museum, Asian Civilisations, and National Museum. If you can only go to one, I recommend the latter.
  • Foot Reflexology (I think this comes from their Chinese culture)
  • Eyebrow threading (Indian culture)
  • The Tiger Experience (Tiger brewery) – bring your wallet AND a sense of humor, you’ll need both. That said, I’m glad we went!
  • Funan IT mall / Sim Lim – shopping for IT, either with fixed prices, or without. It’s an experience, that’s for sure! Bring good walking shoes!
  • Shopping malls! I’m not sure you can say you’ve experienced Singapore unless you’ve been inside a minimum of 3 malls on one day. Specifically, don’t miss Bugis street and VivoCity (VivoCity has it’s own stop on the subway; don’t miss the roof floor of this one!)
  • Gold Class cinemas. Why we don’t have this in the US, I fail to understand. But imagine sitting in a small theater in big leather recliner seats, with a blanket, a menu and a waiter. Man, it was twice the cost of a regular ticket, but such a fun splurge!!
  • Make friends with people who live there! I’m so happy to remember some of the people who welcomed me into their homes and their lives — Simone, who invited me to a church service – the christening of her baby; Selvi, who invited me to her home to join in her family celebrations of Deepavali; Hannah, a true friend I met through IBM’s employee network, who invited me to her home for a casual dinner with friends — wonderful; and Sarah and Mark, a new-to-Singapore expat like me who I met in a hotel taxi queue, who invited Conrad and I to be her first dinner guests at their new home-away-from-the-US. I hope to cross paths with all of these people again in the not too distant future… If there’s one thing I’ve really learned, it’s that it’s the people who make an experience and color the culture — and that doesn’t matter where in the world you visit or live.

The “I missed it” list (to revisit if I ever go back):

  • Images of Singapore – On Sentosa. I’ve heard if you go to Sentosa, it’s a worth y part of the trip. Never made it.
  • Zoo – never made it beyond the Night Zoo, but then again, I was never really that compelled either. There’s also a separate bird zoo / aviary. I didn’t make it there, either.
  • Hike up Bukit Timah hill, the highest peak of (flat) Singapore
  • Cooking class
  • Mahjong lessons — although I did attend a few gaming nights, I never found anyone to teach me Mahjong (however, I was told that the best way to learn is by losing a lot of money … maybe I’ll learn now that I’m back in NYC … apparently, this is a popular game with the Jewish ladies here, who knew.)
  • American Embassy — though I passed it on the highway a few times, I had no reason to enter. I’m ok with having to miss this one as well :-)
  • Wakeboarding / water skiing from a zip line at Ski 360 in East Coast park — watched it plenty of times, but never made it down to the pond to try it out… definitely should do it next time!




The suits

27 02 2008

Wow. I’m sitting in 11 Madison today … and a stampede of black suits just blew by. The gophers all popped their heads above the cube walls to observe the commotion of this strange, noisy herd.

Heads are back down now as it looks like the herd has wandered off in other direction and again the prairie land of I’m-actually-working-here laptopers can return to their hunt.





How losing your glasses can help you to see

27 02 2008

I lost my eyeglasses in Singapore. The good news is, I have a very minor prescription, so I can see pretty well sans lenses (passed the driver’s license exam without).

Now that I’m back at home in NYC, I don’t know if it’s the glasses, the absence, or the other things I’ve seen on the flip side of the globe, but the NYC I know looks delightfully the same — if not stronger than my memory made it out to be.

The colors, even though it is a gray, winter day, are brighter. The cold, winter air is crisper. The friendly new yorker smile and wave is warmer (really). And when the city welcomes you back with a snow storm … well, you get up a little early and find the fun in making snowballs in the city. It’s good to be home!





Cross sell on the wake up call.

15 02 2008

Me: Hi, can I have a 6am wake up call please?

Operator: Yes Ms Reyes. Would also like tea or coffee with your wake up call?

Me: Um, no, it’s ok. But thanks.

Wow again.  And they would somehow coordinate that so that a guy with a steaming silver teapot is waiting outside my door just as the phone rings with the wake up call. This place is crazy cool.

Oh, did I mention there was a live orchestra in the lobby, we were greeted with a necklace of fresh flowers and that the whole lobby is covered with pools of rose petals?





From Bangkok to Bangalore

15 02 2008

Wow. That’s the only word to describe my first reaction. I thought Bangalore would be “busy” — and by “busy” I pictured a chaotic Times Square of sorts. Not so. The international airport of Bangalore was busy when I arrived, to be sure. But more so because the one guy at customs had to deal with ushering our whole plane through the baggage scan area. No worries … the scan didn’t take long as we arrived at 7:55 and that guy hadn’t arrived yet. Which gate did we arrive at? Why, the international arrival gate. I understand there’s an international departure gate for when we leave too, one. A throng of taxi drivers was crowding the exit waving small pieces of computer paper with hand-written names on them. And the ride, once we did find our driver, to the hotel — about a 5 mile drive — took us about 30 minutes with driving speeds ranging anywhere from crawl to hurdle, backed by a symphony of car honks and tire squeals.

But the hotel. There’s that wow word again. You step off the crowded, poverty-ridden streets into luxury like I have never known: the Leela Palace Bangalore. Wow. I’m only sorry Conrad couldn’t join me on this last forray into a new slice of Asian culture.

Leela palace hotel





Packed .. parting .. and waiting

14 02 2008

Well, updating the blog was one of the last to-do’s on the list (so get your coffee and get ready for an update and a half).

Now we’re sitting around eating & drinking what’s left in the fridge. We’re packed (we hope) and waiting for the motorcycle wizard to zoom back up with my passport — hopefully successfully stamped with a visa for India.

We leave tomorrow — me for India, and Conrad for NYC. I’ll be back in the 212 by Wednesday, get ready for the weekend welcome-back throw-down!





Next up … Krabi (Ao Nang beach)

14 02 2008

Conrad wants to be sure, I write it like you say it … “Grah-bee” … and that you know to say it like a 5 year-old asking a question: grah-bee?!

Krabi international airport is the smallest one I’ve ever been to .. I think we counted 5 gates — maybe (there was only 1 at take off, but it was gate #3) .

Upon arrival at the hotel, we were promptly transferred to a different location closer to the beach (cool, but still annoying). We ended up staying in this jungle resort where every inch was COVERED in foliage — and our room was a HIKE through this forest up to our little bungalo-like room. We were a short walk (down the hill) to the beach… and a hop, skip and a jump to places where “The Beach” and James Bond movies have been filmed — scenic rock mountains rose hundreds of feet out of the aqua-blue sea, and then crashed down again as quickly as they rose up. Long, wooden boats (“long boats) were fitted with ford engines … who’s props were stretched out with a pole about 10′ beyond the boat, giving the bare-footed island “captains” the ability to navigate through tiny spaces and shallow waters with tremendous power and navigation.

We spent most of the time laying in the sand taking in these sights. Hey, it was tough work, but someone needed to do it.

Oh, and when we needed to get out of the sun, we stopped in for a Thai massage … an hour massage in a beach-side cabana costs about 300 Thai Bhat each … it was the best $5 we spent on the whole trip :-)





Bangkok … here we are!

14 02 2008

We arrived in Bangkok tired with only 2 hours of sleep the night before, but full of desire to explore this new place.

First reaction: it was definitely foreign. We were fish out of water as soon as we stepped on the airport escalator and had no idea what the lady was saying to us over the loud speaker.

The culture / language / etc was … well, we didn’t really know what to expect for Thailand other than stories from Shelly & other friends who’ve been. I would call it a cross between Indian + Chinese. The writing is beautiful.

The Thai people believe people have 6 senses: sight, sound, touch,  smell, taste … and feel with the heart. That last one is evident in their greetings and rules their behavior … though it doesn’t stop them from being … “capitalistic” and trying to extort what they can :-) … we got both ends of that.

Walking out of the hotel, we met a woman who helped us cross the road (really) and then commandeered our map, marked out some hot spots, and called us a trishaw & negotiated us a good rate (they call this 3 person motorcycle taxi a “tuk-tuk” for the sound it makes … we wished we had gas masks to deal with the fumes from all the traffic). The driver brought us to a tour agency for us to make plans to visit the Floating Market on the next day, and then to the river ferry where we headed up stream to check out the buddahs.

We could go on and on. Suffice it to say, we met quite a few people who helped us on our way — some where genuinely trying to help, and others made us think twice. But everyone had a smile … and they were all so pleased to give us advice on what we should see and what we should know about their country (though sometimes it was hard to communicate).

The floating market was a racket. It was interesting to think about that as being the way it used to be … a Venice of types. But today, it’s just a tourist gimmick with everyone selling you souvenirs and fruit you just saw two boats down. The food was great though — tons of variety & great flavors. We also saw handicraft stores and a jewelry factory and a few other places along the way. When we managed to keep our eyes open on the bus ride, we also saw the poverty and colorful countrysides of the real Thailand.

The night markets were a whole other “colorful” experience. But I think I’m running out of eye space to tell you about it … so we’ll post more comments with the pictures.





Last night in Singapore

14 02 2008

Our last night in Singapore was spent packing … but before that, there were 2 things on my list I needed to check off:

1. “The Tiger Experience” brewery tour … it wasn’t quite the brewery, but it was an experience. I actually can’t blog it. Kelly, I’ll have to tell you in person. For anyone in Singapore … expect to pay a good amount for the show, and have low expectations, but don’t miss it … I laughed all the way through “the experience.” Oh, and at night, the room and the other ones around it turn into 9 different clubs.

2. Gold Class movies … after the brewery, we crossed the street to one of Singapore’s biggest malls: Vivo City. We had reservations for a Gold Class movie … and oh my gosh, why isn’t there one of these splurges in New York City?! I know, the movies are already crazy expensive … but for only about 2 x the cost, you get a personal leather recliner, a blanket (like on the airplanes) and a little waiter call button and a menu. The screen is the old size — big enough, but not ginormous, and the theater was intimate … I think we had 4 rows of 8 chairs. Oh, and there was a separate “lounge” if you arrive before your movie starts. Totally a worthwhile splurge and I’m glad we did it!!!

See you later Singapore, it’s been real!





Chinese New Year

14 02 2008

Chinese New Year … wow. 15 days of celebration. HUGE parades, fireworks, lots of food and festivities.

When mom & dad were here, we walked by the stands and decorations in the process of being built. It was neat to return to the grassy area outside the courthouse and see it covered in tents, lights and PEOPLE. Man, can asian countries draw a crowd. After “going with the flow” for quite some time, passed the mini-fair with rides that sounded like they came straight from Coney Island … through the bean bag toss and cotton candy … we found the more unique offerings … starting with hand twisted candy creations — made into intricate shapes of fish or birds and carefully attached to a long stick … we found the “stinky tofu” (man, a picture just can’t articulate the accuracy of that name!) and on to the full array of foods. We got a small sampling and dined in the grass, surrounded by illuminated shapes of the 12 Chinese astrological symbols.

We also read our fortunes. Mine was … pretty good. Conrad’s however … well … It was worthy of a photograph, but suffice it to say, we started looking for the goodluck talisman immediately :-)

Somehow we managed to meet up with Mark & Sarah just before the fireworks. Then we headed up to Arab Street for a little vino (the irony of heading to a bar around the corner of a mosque wasn’t lost on many). Instead of a pub, we found a hookah bar … oriental rugs lining the floor, low tables, lots of pillows and dim lighting .. the room was small and on the second floor, perched above a little cafe with windows overlooking the street below — we felt like we were in Morocco or India.

A fantastic last big hooray in Singapore, a reminder to just how amazingly diverse the culture in Singapore can be … and a great send off for Thailand.








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