The bridge across the Johor strait looks like so in the rain, though.
Pulled some Tamil out of the hat and convinced the next bus to take me to the aforementioned street.
Anyway having reached the city with dreaded thoughts of it being a lot like A Brave New World thanks to my cousin programming me so, I took a quick bus ride to China Town with MrD. I should have linked his blog in my sidebar but if not it's called the Other Side and pretty much a lot of fun to read. Had a quick bite at a local restaurant of sweet and sour pork and rice and proceeded to spend a little time exploring Chinatown.
Now one of the things I remember watching about Singapore on World Cafe Asia or some such was them interviewing this German sausage cart owner who had cheese stuffed sausages. In a cliched, yet very serendipitous moment while ambling through Chinatown, lamenting the fact that every toy store was closed, I find Erlich. Austrian, not German, he still sells those delectable wursts. And this is him.
And this is a temple of sorts.
Next was a trip to the highest point in Singapore with a 360 degree view of the city which is truly breathtaking. Again no camera but you could easily google 1 Altitute at the UOB building.
A nice walk along Clarke Quay next with the standard lineup of bars, very drunk expats and tourists and a really nice beer at Brewerkz. Both the India Pale Ale and the Oatmeal Stout are worth writing about and a trip to the joint. That was followed by a shot at Mulligan's the Irish bar and a good evening at Blue Jazz on Ophir Road. Which is opposite the interestingly titled Gotham Building.
Now we left Blue Jazz with it's very talented jazz band at 1AM and proceeded to China One (another bar on Clarke Quay). Nice little joint with some decent techno and electronica and the occasional hip hop track. However a Flaming Lamborghini later. It seemed they also had a nice alternative rock act doing a gig there. Amateur but very very tight. I have no idea what they're called though but they were great. And not just because of the alcohol.
And after that crazy night, punctuated with music alcohol and one very strange multiple martial art instructor from New York who insisted on teaching dance, martial art and finally walking till at 5 we ambled home to sleep.
Day two follows
