I flew to Singapore unexpectedly much against the advice of backpackers.
Unexpectedly, I quite enjoyed the city state.
Though Singapore is only 100km from the equator, the weather was lovely while I was there.
It’s ultra-modern, ultra-clean and impressive to look at. Many credit former leader Mr. Lee for steering Singapore to juggernaut economic status.
Many blame Lee too for creating a police state. I chewed gum when I was there — a crime in Singapore.
It’s known to be expensive — but not if you if you stay in Little India & eat on Arab Street. Masala Dosa at famous Komala’s. And the street food at the night markets is the best I’ve ever found.
Raffles Hotel Singapore.
All the fables of the exotic East.
The Russells told me to visit the zoos of Singapore, perhaps the best in the world. The beautifully landscaped Jurong Bird Park expanded my appreciation. I’ve been a closet birder ever since.
Jurong Bird Park is very well done. Beautiful landscaping.
At the excellent raptor show, I was first to volunteer. A number of impressive carnivore birds landed on my gloved fist. They pack a surprising wallop.
Singapore Zoo is best known for its orang-utan enclosure. They are so human, even super-human, that it’s scary.
Singapore Zoo allows close contact with animals. I spent all day there, following the feeding schedule. A fantastic place.
I took a break for dinner, then returned to enjoy the zoo at night. You can both walk the enclosures and take a small, slow train.
Some day all zoos will be like the one in Singapore.
An important site for me was the Changi Prison memorial, out near Changi airport.
James Clavell’s King Rat, based on his own experiences as a Japanese POW there, is one of my favourite books. It was a pilgrimage for me, inspired by instructions from IB.