To Singapore
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Fri 4 Nov 2016 23:57
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To Singapore
  We met our driver, Jack at half past
nine. He settled us to filling in forms as per the ones you get on an aeroplane,
that done off we went and within fifteen minutes we were crossing the bridge that Beez Neez had come under five days
ago. In a queue for just a few minutes, our Passports were stamped out of
Malaysia. Next booth we were stamped into Singapore. Painless, free and so very
simple.
 The very first impression of SIngapore
was greenery. Trees, parkland and lawns each side of
the road, where people sensibly drive on the left.
 Exactly an hour and ten minutes after
our form filling we were settling Beds onto a crisp, white
bed.
 Looking straight out of our 12th storey window. ‘City
View’. Neat swimming pool.
  The views left and
right just as the heavens opened.
 The hotel shuttle bus took us to
nearby Novena – a massive area dedicated to hospitals
of every menu choice, heads, backs, bits etc. To our right a shopping mall below
which was the super clean metro world.
 Two changes on the metro and eighty
pence later, we were in a famous mall dedicated to all things computer and
camera. We were here to saddle up a Coolpix P900 to replace the little Canon
that whilst working has developed an annoying hair and blob that would need a
techy a million miles away to take to pieces, rebuild and get its little
Passport stamped – more that the replacement. A bigger, fun, 2000 mm (equivalent
zoom – if you can hold it steady, I managed a label at the far end of the shop
beyond the human eye and fell in love). We then went to the top of the seven
storeys on escalators – because we could. On the third floor we looked down
onto a shop full of ‘bits’.
 The top floor mainly housed repairers working with tools any micro surgeon would be
thrilled to handle.
   Coming back
down it was time to find lunch in the food mall in the
basement.
 I thought Bear would settle for Pig’
Liver Porridge......on a menu list I shuddered in front
of.
 Bear came behind me and ordered
something that looked dangerous at an Indian shop. As it turns out my ‘mild’
dish as the lady promised, set my eyebrows on fire. Perhaps we should have taken
note of the other lady cutting
chillies................. Thank heavens for a cold shandy. That done, we
went back to Novena and walked back to our digs stopping in a posh supermarket
for some bits and bobs for supper. Our TV only had news stations.......Our only
complaint – if we had to have one.
ALL IN ALL SO MANY
SURPRISES
MUCH ACHIEVED IN A WESTERN SOCIETY WHO SPEAK
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