Singapore was quite an experience. We had a marvellous time, right in the middle of the luxury shopping precinct, in a great hotel (Royal Plaza on Scotts).
The weather was bright and very humid (94%), which made walking around the streets a challenging experience. We had E in the baby carrier (and it felt as though he’d put on a few pounds since we last wore it/him) and had to keep ducking into the airconditioned malls to cool off. Luckily (or by good management) the malls in S seem to be set up to allow people to walk through them on their way elsewhere: the mrt (train) or the business district. We even spied a few athletic-looking parents speedwalking through the malls with earphones in and in full walking kit. (Not us, though, obviously. We were sedate and leisurely.)
We ended up having an almost holiday in S, which was a great way to recover from the busy-ness before we left Australia. We ate out – going local except for the obligatory McDonalds brekkie on our first morning – and discovered a few strange variations on Anglo cuisine along the way.
On Sunday morning we went to the Hong Kong noodle house for breakfast, ordering some toast and eggs to keep E busy while we ate tim sum (like dim sum, really!) E’s one slab of toast was three inches thick and covered with melted peanut butter (think of icing on a cake) and drizzled with condensed milk. The eggs were cooked in a saucer of water and came with soy sauce. He ate as much as he could hold and in the end we had to leave to stop him from eating it all.
We ate excellent laksa and noodle soups in some of the eateries under ION Orchard (a huge mall underground from our hotel). E was cosseted by people everywhere we went. He could do no wrong – which turned out to be great when he tried to spill a drum of soy sauce all over the floor of one restaurant…a close save by staff!We had a great time in S and were sorry to leave on our thirteen hour flight to London. However, the Qantas Club in Singapore may be the greatest refuge for a tired parent in the world. H doesn’t know how she will go back to flying without R’s magic status!
E ended up sleeping for 5-6 hours on the flight, and then was like the energiser bunny for the rest of the time.
We were all relieved to disembark at Heathrow and finally get some space! Especially the man next to us in our row. He was a lovely guy, sent back to the UK from Australia because he had the wrong visa. Apparently he was put into detention in Darwin while he waited for a flight to Singapore, and was under a police escort in Singapore until he got on the flight to Heathrow. To add insult to injury, E must’ve slammed his (the guy’s) fingers in the table compartment at least twice; as well as turning off his movie and radio (touch screens + babies = lethal combination) multiple times. He was very patient and nice until the bitter end, for which we are very grateful.