So, in the immortal words of Rolf, can you tell what it is yet?

This lovely little gem was presented to Mrs Fogg in the Chinese restaurant in the hotel. We had a wonderful 7 course meal and the ubiquitous bottle of over priced boobly.

So what is it, Mrs Fogg did try biting it but immediately spat it out with the retort “ugh that’s orrible” and “what the hell is it” or to put it in Mr Fink terms, “its not nice and I don’t want it ever again, yuck”.

It was actually baby squid with jellyfish, which wasn’t too bad, but after the face and sounds that Mrs Fogg made they quickly removed it from the table.

An end to another fantastic day with Mrs Fogg in Singapore, where we toured the crappy Arab district, which even she would agree was awful and nothing like the guide books.

Tomorrow will see us at Little India, Chinatown, our suit fittings and a night time ride on the Singapore Flyer.