Space-cadet elephants, Cat-in-the-hat chrissy trees & Gotham City. It's all very funky! Day 1 Singapore
by Kerry Tolson @kerrytolson.com
'It's not a successful day in Singapore if we don't get lost at least once,' I say to Mal as we stumble through an upmarket shopping mall food court where the edible delights on offer look like sculptured works of art and real art sculptures sit near escalators and in the centre of walk ways. Behind me I drag a suitcase on wheels - sans its handle (fell off on a previous long ago travel), so it keeps slamming into my ankles - and in front, Mal wears a large red backpack, which keeps slamming into other people every time he turns around. I'm also lugging a pillow under my arm.
We've just arrived in Singapore, one of our favourite cities in the world to celebrate one of my favourite times of the year - New Years Eve.
Ask anyone who knows me, they'll tell you I'm one of the biggest bah-hum-bug christmas grinches going, but when it comes to welcoming in a new year, I'll be first in line to blow a kiss to sexy old-man-time and coochy-coo little baby-new-year. Every year we try to do something different: party on a tropical reef island (Hamilton), lead a congo-line (Norfolk Island), blow the twirly-paper whistle on the summit of Australia’s highest mountain, or hide-away in the dense forest of Boonoo Boonoo - as we did on the eve of the millennium... yes I certainly did believe all that bunk about the millennium bug! but I'll have you know we were well supplied up and didn't need to buy toothpaste , or wine, for at least two years.
This year however we were going to do it in style - in a flash FIVE star hotel - which was somewhere above this shopping mall... we just had to find how to get out of the Mall.
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'It's not a successful day in Singapore if we don't get lost at least once,' I say to Mal as we stumble through an upmarket shopping mall food court where the edible delights on offer look like sculptured works of art and real art sculptures sit near escalators and in the centre of walk ways. Behind me I drag a suitcase on wheels - sans its handle (fell off on a previous long ago travel), so it keeps slamming into my ankles - and in front, Mal wears a large red backpack, which keeps slamming into other people every time he turns around. I'm also lugging a pillow under my arm.We've just arrived in Singapore, one of our favourite cities in the world to celebrate one of my favourite times of the year - New Years Eve.
Ask anyone who knows me, they'll tell you I'm one of the biggest bah-hum-bug christmas grinches going, but when it comes to welcoming in a new year, I'll be first in line to blow a kiss to sexy old-man-time and coochy-coo little baby-new-year. Every year we try to do something different: party on a tropical reef island (Hamilton), lead a congo-line (Norfolk Island), blow the twirly-paper whistle on the summit of Australia’s highest mountain, or hide-away in the dense forest of Boonoo Boonoo - as we did on the eve of the millennium... yes I certainly did believe all that bunk about the millennium bug! but I'll have you know we were well supplied up and didn't need to buy toothpaste , or wine, for at least two years.
This year however we were going to do it in style - in a flash FIVE star hotel - which was somewhere above this shopping mall... we just had to find how to get out of the Mall.
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