We got in Saturday morning and headed to Little India, where we checked into an overpriced but funky roo
On Saturday night we wanted to save a little money on beer (alcohol being taxed at what must be a record rate of 100%), so we went into the 7-11 to pick up a few cans. I asked the clerk if we were allowed to drink on the street in Singapore, a country well known for it's high standards of public cleanliness and thus one which I expected would frown upon such debauchery, but the clerk replied,surpisingly, that I could. "As long as you do not disturb two persons."
"I'm sorry?"
"Drinking on public sidewalk is permitted provided you do not disturb two fellow persons."
"How do I know if I'm disturbing 2 fellow persons?"
"Some foreign official will decide."
"Is that so?"
"Indeed yes. Foreign official will decide your case, madam, if suspected of disturbing two persons or more."
I can generally smell illogical circles of nonsense explanations a mile away, thanks to all the practice I got in Senegal, but I really couldn't tell if my clerk friend was being serious and if so, what in the blazes he was possibly trying to convey. Undercover foreign officials roaming the streets of Little Inida recording instances of suspected drunken fellow-person disturbing? I just don't see how that would work. But just to be safe, we took our beers and sat under a dark overhang with a bunch of Indian guys who were doing the same thing, banking on the fact that none of them would be bothered. Certainly not two of them, anyway. And bothered they were not.
Anyway so that's just day one of the fun, and I'm leaving out the part where we went back to the Australian pub and got smashed for no real reason except that you don't really hav
And that was that! A great weekend. Singapore is really a grand old town, even with all the new stuff. It's a town where monks and weathered old British ladies in sun dresses walk down the same sidewalk and seem to both feel completely at home, like each one owns the version of the city they happen to inhabit and doesn't realize or mind that scores of people who are nothing like them feel the exact same way. Everyone's got a niche. And it's clean, and things work. And you realize just how much you miss that when you get back to a country, like, say Cambodia, after getting up somewhere in the neighborhood of 3:30 am to catch your flight, and you ask your moto driver to take you to your home near Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum/Prison, one of the biggest landmarks in the entire city, and your moto driver happens to be a little fuzzy on his Khmer Rouge war memorials and instead tries to take you to Choueng Ek, the killing fields, located some 15 kilometers in the opposite direction. At least I got a tour of the prime trash burning locations of the greater Phnom Penh area, which I have duly noted for future reference.
Singapore 1, Phnom Penh -5.
I'm not even reading this post because I'm so pissed you went to Singapore, which is the only place I can get to from Jambi in less than about eight weeks, and didn't tell me. So there.
ReplyDeleteyou should read it, it's rather funny.
ReplyDeletealso i told you if you want to start swimming, i will meet you back in singapore anytime. i just didn't realize you could get anywhere from Jambi in less than 8 weeks, that's why i didn't bother, but i am appropriately shamed and readyy to make up for it.