On the road for 23 hours all I wanted was a shower and a bed. But after I saw my room I was awake again. I know that Singapore was a british colony but that some are still so addicted to the old empire was a funny experience. Tutor charme everywhere, imported furniture and the restaurants walls covered with crossbows, shields and pistols. It’s obvious that Singapore is different from the asia I expected.

Since now I was awake I wanted to finde the counterpart to my stylish room and went for a walk.

 

First I hit Orchard Road. One big shopping center next to each other cramped with fency little boutiques and stylish shops. People are all dressed smartly and I felt like a school boy in my shorts. I mean, how can they wear long trousers, socks and  closed shoes at this temperatures and humidity?

Found myself a nice little indian restaurant and had something unpronouncable befor I went to the ultimative asian alternative: Chinatown. At least I thought so...

 

Emerging from Raffles Station I was surrounded by skyscrapers. But then I came across some old temples and old but thoroughly renovated houses. It’s the Urban Redevelopment Authority which takes care that the redevelopments are faithful to the originals. After the renovation the property is architecturally the same but lacks the original charm. Of course the rents are higher now so most of the tratitional businesses  move out and make way for trendy shops.

 

When I finally came to the chinese market it started raining cats and dogs. So no roaming the little streets. Back to the subway station,  back to Orchard road looking for a cab. I realised that I would have to queu up for taxi. And it wasn’t a short queu. So I used the time to suit myself to a haircut. The best part was the girl washing my hair with a spot of shampoo and a glas of water! ( sorry girls, no befor / after pics).

 

Finally got a cab and got back to my colonial room for some sleep.

A big cockroach was sitting in the chair, waiting for me.

Question: Imported or local?