Singapore is land of the Foot Reflexology. Though tourists seek out these foot rubbing shops, it is the locals who keep them in business.
My first experience was beyond painful. The second time, I was more steeled and ready to have my shoulders, kidney, vocal chords and every other fiber of my being “massaged” via touch points in the feet. .. But today was a new experience.
Today I found myself in a shop at “chair #1.” Why did the woman at the front tell Jerry my chair number? Because Jerry was blind. So were at least 2 of the other 8 people in the shop. Makes sense, I just hadn’t had that experience before. Jerry also had a talking, time-telling belly button. Sure, it was a talking watch that he wore under his shirt … but it really looked that every time he pressed his belly button, she told him the time! 
(massages are usually somewhere around $1 / minute , so you know your time …) Fantastic.
We wandered over to a mall called the Funan DigitalLife Mall (near City Hall) as the first stop. It is floor-on-floor-on-floor-on-floor of techy stories where the goods are priced as marked, vs. Sim Lim mall where it’s all “special price for you” and you better know just how “special” it can be. Hannah needed some things in there — sorry Conrad, I still don’t have the gumption for IT-shopping in Singapore.
Sunday was great as well. How random is it that neighbor’s from my parent’s village not only have plans to stay in Singapore for a day, but are staying in the Marriott hotel which is directly opposite my apartment. We met up in the afternoon & strolled through the Botanical Gardens and Singapore — a collage of orchids in virtually every size, shape, and color… absolutely beautiful (and crazy hot). From there, it was back to Raffles for a quintessential hot-weather-drink, the overpriced and much lauded Singapore sling. After our thirst was quenched, it was off to the taxi queue and then a scenic ride eastwards to East Coast Seafood center for a lasty meal of Drunken Prawns (live shrimps drowned/suffocated in alcohol … and then steamed with rice wine … talk about a way to go) and the famous Chili Crab. Sharon had actually found a write-up in another blog, so we followed the bloggers menu and also ordered the “bean sprouts with salted fish” — something I wouldn’t have tried on my own, but it tasted much better than it sounded (I’d actually order again). Seriously, sometimes I think these people need some marketing help (see previous post re: “egg skins” … aka “crepes”)!
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