For all its western tendencies, Singapore has a major difference from London... it works. Trains don't break. The cleaners clean. Taxis arrive when you book them. Things get built, on time and on budget. No fun in other words.
The benevolent dictatorship that runs Singapore (or at least they would see themselves thus) has decreed that everything has to be unashamedly kitsch. Plastic animals roam plastic beaches. It only dawned on me the extremes that they went to when we walked past 'Clinic bar'. The distasteful hospital themed bar took this phenomenon to new levels with wheelchair seats lit by dental chair lighting. Seriously.
At the aquarium there is a killer whale, which you can see here eating me. A thoroughly frightening experience for all concerned. Apart from the whale, I guess. It's blurry because of the speed of the attack.
And worst of all, people don't walk up or down elevators. Which is annoying.
Overriding any negatives about Singapore - the lack of heart, the lack of chewing gum, the slow people on elevators and the whale attack...there's a shop called Wanko. Need I say more.
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We also ate at McDonald's. That's something you can't do anywhere else.
Whaddya mean no fun? Elevator-walking sounds pretty extreme to me...!!
Indeed - has all the clean air and the company of Dave gone to your head Rafi?! Elevators instead of escalators I could have forgiven once, but twice? Good luck with the journalism career, eh?!
In addition... I beat you to 'Wanko' - I have a picture of a sign to the same shop in Hong Kong from when I was about 14... jealous?!
Hope Dave's looking after you x
That's why journos have sub editors!
I prefer the idea that the fact people don't pace frantically up and down in the elevator frustrates you.
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