Left Australia this morning. Actually felt a bit like I could go all the way back home as opposed to making a three day stopover in Singapore. Never mind.
The airport I knew from my way over to Australia. So nothing too fancy there (except the airport carpet… What the f**** were they thinking??? Austin Powers goes mental?). As soon as the airport gates opened I got struck by hot humidity. So the game begins again: outside you’re constantly slightly wet, as soon as you get inside its like 12 degrees and you freeze-dry…
Even though I nearly feel asleep in my teny tiny 12 degrees dorm room thingie without a window I headed into nearby Little India. By the way about the fourth dorm room without a window I slept in during that trip. I guess all the fresh air during the outback experience at the beginning of my trip gets annihilated that way. As the Buddhists say: everything is in balance!
Fifteen minutes later I get into some sort of crisis. It looks like India (ok, maybe a bit more polished), it smells like India, and people behave like in India (mostly due to the fact that there almost only Indians on the street). In that crowd my bare beeing screams tourist like a lamb post. I was so much looking forward to a flashback to India, but all of a sudden I wished I was back home under my blanket.
Struggling somewhat around, I thought I should just focus on getting into a supermarket and get some food. I get directions to a supermarket called Shengsiong (???). From the outside it could also be a slaughterhouse. I end up as the only slightly disoriented tourist in the whole thing. They placed the fish stuff right beside the fruit stuff and luckily to a normal temperature the whole room smelled disgustingly of algae.
Heading into the nuts and dried fruit section I am confronted with an immense choice of Asian nibble thingies. Could also have been the Barbie accessoires section: any kind of color, any kind of texture in any kind of variety. Not even my loved “Be natural” bars could be found.
Ok. Lets get some water then and a soda. Same here in the soda section. Whatever you can mix together, they mix together and put it into a can.
Heading out of that place I decided to leave the Little India part and head into the Business District. Always a save haven. On my way there I pass a Beauty salon and end up endulging myself with a haircut and a facial. Oh well. If I don’t stay in luxurius hotel rooms, I can at least give me a break once in a while.
During the facial I get used to the smell of India again. Totally relaxed and calmed I head again into the Little India part. Now that it has gotten dark, the male Indian population of Singapore seems to be on the main road lovingly decorated with lights. I feel fine.
I’ve landed in Singapore.