Twelve hours between flights. My first visit to this ordered, carefully controlled city, and a chance for Shirley to re-visit some of the haunts near where she lived for a short time.
On the Mass Rapid Transit (MRT) train into the centre a recorded anouncement warns passengers to stay vigilant for 'suspicious looking people'. The other passengers appear relaxed and oblivious to the threat.
Jet lagged and hungry, we stumble around the Boat Quay area looking for an open restaurant, but it's too early. The Raffles City mall provides a 'convenience stop', as it did on a regular basis for Shirley years ago, when the communal guest house squat toilets were unbearable.
Past Raffles Hotel itself, we find a local eating establishment where we have baked Chinese sweets and iced coffee.
The public transport system provides us with some entertainment. We do a loop around the island on the MRT, then take a bus to Orchard Road. Singaporeans seem to live for shopping, the more opulent the better, but it doesn't hold much appeal for us and we head back to the airport for our final leg to Bangalore....
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