Just taking some time out from doing my "I've got a red silk dressing gown with a dragon embroidered on the back" dance to post this message. We touched down in Singapore with great joy and relief having attempted to sleep unsuccessfully for seven hours. It was a slight concern to Isla as to where we were to meet her friend and honorary tour guide Shane, who lives in Singapore and who she had carried a very heavy bottle of vodka a very long way for. However her worries were assuaged when we got to the pub/hostel as he was waiting for us outside, very excitable and keen to begin our adventure. A quick change of attire later, we found ourselves drinking beer, eating spicy noodles, admiring the view from Shane's panoramic window in his apartment and then inextricably being whisked to the One Raffles Place's Altitude Bar - the highest outdoor roof terrace bar in the world. What a view. Singapore has a skyline that mesmerizes you; you could stare at it all night and still not drink it all in. So we retired to our reserved table (speaking of reservations, I have my own about Shane's ability to jump queues and sweet talk staff) where we drank copious amounts of vodka for the rest of the evening.
Needless to say the last leg of the journey back to the hostel is a bit fuzzy, I do believe there was a large McDonalds involved though. We slept like sweaty little sloths for over twelve hours, recharged our batteries with big dirty bacon sandwiches and litres of fruit juice, then had a fun, touristy day drinking Singapore Slings at Raffles, looking at fountains, drinking some more, and then scampering through China town and bartering for my dressing gown ($60 - bargain), which I now sit triumphantly in feeling very much like a mafia don's wife. Perhaps I'll marry Shane. Time to continue the celebration, after which we are parading through Clark Key taking advantage of the ladies' nights' free drinks.
Love from the Lazerbeam xx
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