On Thursday, straight after Claire had finished work we hopped into the wonderfully efficient airport express (marred by a fog-horn voiced mother doing her several children's homework over the phone: "Why are you doing a scrap book? Because you’re a child and children like doing scrapbooks, daahling") train to catch a plane to Singapore. This is a fairly common weekend trip here, but it's actually a 4-hour flight, which would be like 'nipping' to Istanbul from home.
We pitched up to Charis' - featured in a previous
blog complete with Nescafé – place in the small hours, with plans to explore
Singapore the next day.
I had to start off the blog recounting of the
sights we saw with this. This tanker-sized boat on 3 buildings is out on a big
spur of reclaimed land, so you can see it from almost everywhere. The idea is
to mirror the astonishing number of ships that populate the water beyond, which
are so numerous they disappear over the horizon.
I'd love to have been in the brainstorming meeting
to concoct a fitting building to acknowledge the boats...sail shaped? Been
done. Like a ships prow? Meh, boring. A suitably nautical name? Not even close.
I've got it! We build a full sized ship and wang it on top of three towers, in
which we'll stick casinos and shops and stuff. Done!
The title is to reflect how I felt about lots of stuff in Singapore - this chief among them...
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