Tag: solo travel

Singapore is one of those places I had no interest in. I never doubted that it was clean or safe, that it had world class restaurants, a high standard of living, and excellent shopping; I just don’t care about those things. Give me dirty, overcrowded, dodgy, chaotic cities. To be fair to Singapore, because I quickly dismissed it, I didn’t spend any time reading about it. I might not have gone at all, except that on my flight back to Vancouver from Bangladesh, many of the flights had layovers in Singapore. It was my opportunity to see it for myself.

I would spend two full days and two nights in Singapore, which was enough. I saw what I wanted to see in that time – but it was at an exhausting pace. I think stretching it out to three days would be more reasonable.

A teensy bit about Singapore

The micro country of Singapore is an island at the tip of the Malaysian peninsula, just above the Equator.  Singapore was a trading port city back in about the 14^th century.  In the early 17^th century, the Portuguese destroyed it and then then it remained in relative obscurity until the British colonel and governor Sir Stamford Raffles (his name is everywhere) arrived in 1819 and ‘founded’ it as a new port. Singapore became a British possession in 1824 and it became an important trade location and, later, military base.  It was occupied by the Japanese in WWII and the British lost control to the Japanese in 1942 at the Battle of Singapore. It then fell into more bad times post war with a loss of infrastructure and continued discord in the region as it and other former British colonies moved towards sovereignty.  Singapore was part of Malaysia for a time and then became its own country in 1965.

Today Singapore is very wealthy and multicultural.  Known for being clean, expensive, and modern, having great food, having a ban on buying and selling chewing gum for non-medicinal purposes, having the death penalty for many crimes including drug trafficking, and having caning as a possible punishment for many offenses including voyeurism.  Oh, and it is illegal for men to engage in sex with each other.  Not women though.  Countries are complicated.

First Impressions

I landed at about 5am. Breezed through the airport where, disappointingly, they do not stamp passports, even if you ask.  Twice.  I took a taxi to my hostel. There is no train, there are buses, but I just wanted to get to where I was going with maximum efficiently.  It wasn’t too expensive. I forget exactly how much. Maybe about $30 cdn.

My hostel, KINN Capsule Hotel, was located right in the centre of downtown, in a perfect location near restaurants, the harbour, the subway, a hawker centre – pretty much everything I needed.  The hostel was tidy with clean and comfortable dorms; the kind that are like little pods, closed with a curtain. It was great in many respects, except that it didn’t have a kitchen, just a coffee station and the hang out area was designed in such a way that it seemed like they didn’t want people to hang out.  Anyway, I was there such a short time I just needed a place to sleep.  The hostel was pretty cheap by Singapore standards ~$70/night cdn.

My failure was thinking that I did not need to book a bed the night before I arrived.  (I know better but was trying to save money.)  I got there at 5:30am to drop off my bag.  What I really needed was maybe 2 hours of sleep.  That would have to wait.

As I walked out, the sun was just about to come up and I stopped for a coffee.  Once up, the city was illuminated but still quiet.  People were out jogging and doing tai chi along the waterfront promenade.  The city did look flawlessly clean, and the tall, skinny towers gleamed and reflected in the still waterways.  Lower to the ground were British colonial buildings, with buttercream columns, and pristine white statues of British figures.

My first impression was that it was a very impressive looking city.  I would not say it is beautiful and it did not excite me, but it did feel impressive and, importantly, it didn’t remind me of any other city.  It wasn’t like Seoul or Singapore, Hong Kong or Taiwan. It seemed more refined, more uptight. Well put together in way that looked great but doesn’t seem like that much fun. That’s why the word that I keep coming back to when I think about it is impressive.

Day one

I spent my first day walking around the central downtown neighbourhood, the waterfront, the harbour, and Chinatown.  I walked along the waterways and to the Merlion Park, which is a scenic view of the water with a large Merlion statue/fountain.  Merlion? Yep. The city’s national icon is a Merlion: half fish, half lion.  It is supposed to be a reference to Singapore’s origins as a fishing village combined with the original name for the city, which translated to ‘lion city’.  I was told that many people hate the Merlion statue.  I liked it.  It’s white and pretty and different. 

From this view you can see over the water to some iconic modern structures.  It is all quite scenic and impressive.  I got a fresh juice and continued to wander.

En route to Chinatown, I sopped and had breakfast.  I went to a coffee and toast place.  Or more specifically a Kopi and toast place.  Singapore has its own coffee traditions.  First, they call it kopi.  It is roasted differently.  It is strong coffee served in small portions with sugar or condensed or evaporated milk or many other variations.  “Kopi-O” is coffee with sugar.  “Kopi-C” is coffee with sugar and evaporated milk.  And so on.  The Kopi is served at breakfast with toast.  You can get the toast a myriad of ways, but the traditional way seems to be butter and kaya (some kind of sweet coconut jam), served with soft boiled eggs.  I ordered the breakfast set but didn’t have the eggs because eggs are gross.

I walked to Chinatown.  I visited the temples, including the Buddha Tooth (replica) Temple (I think it is hilarious that they just openly admit that it’s not an actual relic) and the Hindu Sri Mariamman Temple.  I liked the Hindu temple much more.  The Buddhist one is very new and feels it.  It looked impressive (there’s that word again) but felt a little cheap. 

Chinatown was great for a walk though. The streets are lined with these pretty two-story buildings, painted pastel colors and with wooden shutters.  Lanterns hung in the streets.  And there were lots of appealing cafes and shops to poke around in.  I was also looking for (and found) a cigar shop/lounge but it was closed. 

Feeling peckish, I visited the Chinatown Complex Food Centre, one of Singapore’s famous hawker centres.  A hawker centre is kind of like a food court, but it is partly outdoors, and each food stall is of the highest quality; often with a family making a few dishes for many years to perfection.  There is even a Michelin star hawker centre stall.  And it is cheap.  I had a bowl of some sort of laksa type of vegetarian soup for less than $5 and it was excellent.

I spent the late afternoon doing more of the same: walking and poking around the streets. I took shelter at a café for an hour when a torrential downpour made the streets impassible. I had a cigar along the water at a Thai restaurant.  As the sun started to set, I headed out again after a short nap and went to the Gardens by the Bay and did more eating and walking, but I will put that in a separate post. 

My first day in Singapore was really good.  Not exciting, but pleasant.  I enjoyed the walking and the sights.  while it is quite modern, it has enough of its own character that I still found it interesting – and impressive.