Slinging it in Singapore.

Today we awoke early, Ben at 7, myself at 8. After a evening filled with the consumption of fresh chili and black pepper crab we were ever so happy to go to bed. We headed straight out this morning, just to walk around and get to know the place a little more. We headed to the closest mall (there is an outrageously dense population of malls here(no honestly SO SO SO many), each one being usually at least twice the size of Churchill Square, this particular one had a mere 9 floors.) and after waiting for it to open it's food halls to us we went and got breakfast. Which looked a little like this -

This was a pre-made delicacy, that you simply pick up and take to the till, which is something we failed to understand to start with. It cost s$1.20, along with a coffee and Asian cake thing with some pretty enigmatic berries on it, it all came to about £1.70! God cheap food is awesome.

We got told last night by out host that we must go and check out The Long Bar in The Raffles hotel, which is supposedly where the famous 'Singapore Sling' cocktail was created originally. So we walked along, visiting ever more malls, until we reached the hotel. When we got to the bar, I was a little wary of the price of the cocktail and not really liking alcohol at all I just sat down at a table whilst Ben ordered. He came back, followed by the waitress with 2 Singapore Slings in her hand, clearly she wasn't familiar with the meaning of the word 'one'. They tasted like that pink chewing gum you have when you're a kid, with a kick of what we decided to be white rum. We looked at the menu at it turns out that a SS at The Long Bar is only s$25...which in GBP is around £12!! But it was worth it just to say we'd done it, and they had free peanuts on the table anyway, so we rinsed them fully to even out how much we were paying.

After that we did a whole load of walking, got lost in a mall 3 times, and then got completely lied to by an information woman, who is there to give information to tourists...bitch. We ignored her instructions anyway and walked a different direction as our gut feelings clearly knew more about the layout of Singapore than she did. We came back to the apartment, scared the maid, swam and spoke about girls or a girl, and that was our day! Ben has just woken up next to me (gosh that sounds gay, and the picture of us drinking pink cocktails doesn't help), so I'm sure he will add to this at some point so you can stop putting up with my terrible typing.

Love Love Love

Sisi

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