Singapore..

..dateline NZ 08.10, Singapore 04.10...

Singapore the Dressmart of South east Asia

We arrived last night and only hindered by a customs running at 1970's speed we made our way out into Singapore night with anticipation, New Zealand is cold cold cold...(I'm voting for whoever is going to fix the central heating) and the 28 degrees was lovely. In my considered opinion of 2 mintues, I like Singapore, its a clean, its bright – the taxi driver convinced me he was honest, actually forget about me – he convinced Adelle, I hope the man wisely spends the 50 cent tip she gave him.

The thing that struck me, apart from the endless lines of beautiful Singapore Air cabin crew (and they promise to stop stiking me if I stop gawking at them) is that the place is just one big shopping mall - its the Westfield of south east asia. Even customs booths looks like something out of Pak n Save (apart from the AK47's, and let's face it, some indian shop keepers are carrying those in NZ these days) I half expected to see my passport get swiped across the counter #beep# one male caucasian, slightly balding...20 dolla#

Our hotel is nothing to speak of, but considering that its like a refugee camp for airtravellers, we're not doing to bad – the shower works and the bed reasonable.

Bottom line: Frankly, for antipodiean's Singapore is foreign travel-lite – it was just like walking down Queen street in Auckland or George street in Paramatta, althought there wasn't as many asian's.