Crossing the Border

Today I had the opportunity to do a long overdue and postponed trip to Singapore.

Minus the details on the usual fanfare of researching on the internet beforehand, preparing unnecessarily and meeting two hours earlier only to eat, laze and gossip away in a food court, we managed to arrive in the island shopping paradise in one piece using the usual combo of buses and public trains without getting lost (That's a first!). I will also conveniently forget the details on how we made the poor person who was supposed to be showing us around the place to wait for an hour. Typical red carpet behaviour that we practice at practically any place.

The MRT Station at Orchard reminds me of some high-end Cineplex ...

First Stop: Orchard Road (I did say a shopper's paradise ...)

The person just had to put his foot there at that particular moment.

Nice is the word. Takashimaya.

You hear it by characters of Gossip Girl and you see it here for real ... xoxo (Out of place ...)

My staple idea of class...

The epitome of CUTE!

Brands, dollars and a feast for the eyes that loves both of these (especially when window shopping is the only option).

Next, I have to say this ... THE MOST I have ever paid for a ferris wheel (a.k.a. The Singapore Flyer) ... S$ 30?! albeit one that was advertised as the "World's Greatest Observational Wheel." It was well great for photos of the island and the surrounding borders like Malaysia and even Indonesia. Surprisingly, we had to go through an intense security check before we boarded the thing.

Wonder why they put up a net at the boarding site??? Any ideas?

The skyline from the pod of the Singapore Flyer.

The Esplanade zoomed from the pod. Looks more like a soursop than a durian.

Finally, we had this weird urge to visit Little India in which we really did properly spend (since everything did not cost more than three digits) . Even so, the food costs a way notch higher than in Malaysia (and that before converting!). We had tea and tracked the laid-back lanes to find a neat shop that sold all kinds of Indian crafts. We found things from Nepal and even weird ones like camel-bone jewel cases...

What a nice looking teapot at Little India ...

However, we were worn out to the soles of our feet by the time we decided to call it a day and the disgusting journey back with the pushing crowds to board buses and unruly behaviour just exhausted us further. Weirdly, the Customs people (both to and fro) in Malaysia never did bother checking our passports. Either they thought we looked too innocent or left it to their counterparts across the Causeway to being so capable at doing their jobs as well.

During the interchange while zooming back to Kranji MRT Station before boarding the bus to Woodlands Checkpoint. Too bad cameras are not allowed there ... Could have given more depth and colour to our suffering there.

P.S. The dates on the pictures do not reflect anything except my laziness to set the proper dates on the camera.

P.S.S. To all the unsuspecting people who ended as victims of me cam-whoring, my sincere apologies for catching all of you off guard with my Kodak's FLASH!