Singapore : Food for thought.

The next morning we headed straight to Golden Mile on the MRT to try and arrange our bus ticket across the border to Mallaka in Malaysia. Golden Mile is known as the Thai area of Signapore, although left a lot to be desired as the streets were sparse and unless we missed something glaringly obviously, the biggest trade in this area seemed to be shops specialising in arranging wives from abroad who were apparently 'very happy to do household chores.' Pfft. They wouldn't much like a British wife then.

Whilst in the neighbourhood we had a breakfast of chicken porridge (surprisingly delicious), whilst Susie ate pork ribs, noodles and deep fried tarrow. Whilst Susie ordered food, Jan hunted for a refreshing beverage to combat the heat and returned with a meal in a cup - an avacado and honey smoothie, and a sour sop (local fruit) smoothie.

We took a mosey on down to Arab street where the paths were overflowing with fabric.
And although the fabrics were beautiful, thats all we have to say about this area. Apart from the overpriced shisha. Overpriced.



We couldn't resist a final visit to Little India again to buy more trousers. Whilst here we indulged in the most beautiful, flavoursome samosa either of us had ever eaten. Chinatown also deserved a revisit for a denim jacket Jan had been lusting over and finally decided to spurge 7GBP on it. Beauticians vied for our attention and we finally gave in to having our eyebrows threaded, ouch, but damn they looked sharp.

Whilst Jan bought the denim jacket Susie indulged in an even cheaper Merlion T-shirt which she needed to cover her shoulders before we visited the Buddha Tooth Temple.

After yet another site seeing marathon and foodie tour, we couldn't stomach another flipping noodle, so we went to 7 eleven, bought a load of unusual junk food and stuffed our faces watching movies under the air con. Bliss.

Before leaving for Mallaka we culled a load of clothes to make room for all the stuff we had bought (and were intending to buy in Malaysia and Thailand.) These clothes unbeknownst to Chee Yean, are still sitting in the back of his spare room wardrobe. Sorry Chee Yean.

Peace and Love,

Jan and Sooz.