SINGAPORE Day 6. Last day.

Actually this was taken on one of my walks during the week. It is of the cannon ball tree. I thought it was just extraordinary.
This is where we watched the light show at night. There is a bar at the top of one of these structures. Something left to do on the next visit.

That washing again. I wonder how often pieces go astray.

I wanted to show Don some of the interesting places I had found during the week but since he has beenn going there twice a year for the past 13 years it turned out he had sort of seen these places in passing. Anyway here is myTaurean under the head of a bull.
Don had not been into the Park View Building before. The bar here is quite famous. The bartender has to use a pully and hoist himself up to the top shelves to find the drinks!
We passed an art shop in the foyer every day. I thought this welded pece was pretty good.

We had been looking forward to the inaugural Singapore jazz festival on Saturday afternoon. We met up with Andy and her husband for drinks and once we had been stamped were able to leave for a while for a great pizza dinner. James Morrissey was the star attraction for us. He is from Sydney's Northern Beaches but somehow we had never seen him perform. Quite the showman!

James Morrissey live and on screen!


SINGAPORE Day 5 (cont.)

Don worked a half day on Friday. I booked a high tea at Raffles for us. It is a gorgeous old hotel. They do high tea in the tiffin room every day and we had to queue up to get in, even with the booking! Champagne and delicious cakes. Will have to get serious with the diet again next week!

At night we went to Marina Bay Gardens for a sound and light show.

On the walk back we passed that sculpture again. It looks like fireworks behind me.

I saw these lounges along the waterfron during the day when it is too hot to think of sitting out on them. At night though the Singaporeans picnic and chat around the harbour on the boardwalks.

We discovered that there is a Desigual store in Singapore. We had seen one in Madrid last year. Don bought me the dress. Don is sporting a new batik shirt, bought in Chinatown.



Today I headed off to Chinatown again. I crossed the river which was a good sign that I was going in the right direction.

Chinatown! Celebrating the Year of the Horse


An Indian temple in Cinatown.

Street scene. Love the old buildings with their shuttered windows on the second storey.




The poor man's Marina Bay Sands!

A scene I remember from 30 years ago, washing hung out from the balconies on sticks.


A Tintin shop!



Thought I'd see the Art and Science Museum today. The high rise around the harbour is very impressive.

Sculpture outside the museum.

The Art and Science Museum. Gave the dinosaur exhibition a miss.

Check out this sculpture in the photo I take at night!

Went to the Asian Civilisations Museum which had some interesting stuff.

Simhavakatra, from Tibet. She wears a human skin representing her triumphs over human limitations.

The museum is housed in the building that used to be used for the british administration offices in the colonial days.

I thought I would visit Chinatown in the afternoon but I wandered in the opposite direction up North Bridge Road. I came to the Park View Building. It is in Gothic Syle and I was amazed by it. This is the ceiling above the lifts.

The building. There is another one about to be built alongside so I don't suppose I'll see it like this if I go to Singapore again.

Very Goth!

Sheesha restaurant.



Turkish. I bought one of these belts for my dancing daughter.

A lovely old facade above the restaurant.

Interesting street art.

Mosque with the Park View building in the background.




Andy picked me up and we went to the gardens at Marina Bay. The bougainvillea is thriving in the dry heat.

A view from the other side.

There are two huge garden pods. One had plants from all round the world. There were half a dozen of these olive trees from Crete that were over one hundred years old.

The second pod is the Cloud Forest. You catch a lift up the middle and then walk down and around the ramp.

I took heaps of photos of plants. This plant is exquisite.

I had read about ice sculptures so we went to have a look. We had to rug up but our feet still froze. One way of keeping cool!



Couldn't get over the brilliant red of this frangipani. Unfortunately Singapore has not had rain for weeks and the tropical lushness is not so evident.

Can't help taking photos of the Marina Bay Sands hotel whenever I see it.It is extraordinary and dominates the skyline.

There are so amny tall new buildings but it is good to find a little bit of the old Singapore. This bridge and the Fullerton Hotel behind it have been here a while The hotel used to be the Post Office dealing with all the trade up and down the Singapore River.

Alexander Johnstone, a Scot used to have a trading company here. The statue shows him talking to a Chinese trader and a Malay chief.

There was a plaque in memory of Joseph Conrad. By coincidence I had just read some of his short stories before coming here. How different the modern Singapore is to the Singapore of his stories, where it was a sort of jungle outpost of civilisation.

There are lots of public sculptures and artworks. In the background is another building getting a makeover.

The Merlion, symbol of Singapore. It is somewhat dwarfed these days by its high rise surroundings.

After my morning peregrinations my glamorous friend Andy who lives here came to sit poolside with me. So good to have time for a good catch up. Without the rain Singapore is not as steamy and there is a breeze to make it pleasant.

Don and I went to the Salt tapas restaurant next to our hotel for dinner. Andy recommended it and the food was great.


Singapore. Day 1

We arrived late on Monday. Our hotel is in a top spot. We look out across the roof of Raffles Hotel.

I am about to have a great holiday. Don has to get ready for work in the morning.

We had a look around. This is the hotel pool at night.

We wandered outside to have a look at Raffles at night.

I was able to take this picture of the rickshaw driver unnoticed by him. He was busy on his mobile. Not many rickshaws left now.