A very nice day today, MRT ride to Dhoby Ghaut then a slow wander up through Fort Canning Park, a sacred Malay Hill that Mr Raffles decided would make a “spiffing house”, so he promptly had the jungle cleared, built a nice bungalow and then all his mates moved in and the hill was for a time named Government Hill. It has the original government building ( very English colonial) and lots of walks through a pretty park. This is also where in the 2nd World War the British troops set up base. There is an underground battle box on the site that you can tour, complete with wax dummies to help you understand. We did not go in but walked on through to Clarke Key, once full if warehouses to load and unload goods that came by sea and up the river. Now it is a haven of pretty converted buildings and rowdy bars complete with lots of tourists and expensive drinks (but they do offer lots of happy hours!)
Mr Fogg came to this area about 12 years ago to an infamous bar called Harrys Bar. It was not touristy at that time, just a quiet riverside location. How things change. A most pleasant day just mooching around.
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Welcome to one of the most famous or infamous places in Singapore, Harry’s bar in Clarke Quay. This is apparently the location where the former Rogue Trader Nick Leeson drank whilst collapsing the Bearings Bank.
After our suit purchase (and Mrs Fogg posing for the start of her Catalogue modelling career) we went for DIY lunch again at Sho Teppan in the ION centre on Orchard Road.
And here we have Mr Fogg in a cashmere suit in dark blue/black sporting a rather sexy single breasted jacket and fitted trousers. Having been made to measure the sleeve length is right for a change. The tailor said he made nice pleated trousers to accommodate Mr Fogg’s happy bump ( that’s a sign of good living apparently, although we can only assume what a happy bump is)
And the finished article for Mrs Fogg, purchased especially for her upcoming trip to Calcutta.
Strange but true this picture was taken the correct way up, but when we viewed it, it became upside down. Either the effects of too much champoo the night before or the magic lift effect.
Another fantastic day for Mrs Fogg and I, spent wombling around Chinatown then back to try our outfits on before the Teppanyaki at the Japanese in the hotel with a very delectable wife at my side sipping champagne as ever.
Spotted this dolled up little car on the way back to the hotel. As if the pink and cream paintwork was not quite as stand out as it can get, the owner has also added the crown of the British Empire to the side and some lovely etchings onto the windows. Very pretty, hmmm.
This afternoon we had a change of plan and instead of Little India (which actually does not appeal too much) we came to Chinatown. Cool place, lots of little trinket shops to browse, a Tintin store (different, did not expect to find Tintin in Singapore’s Chinatown) and lots of clothes.
Yes another day another carpet. Somehow my sense of humour would make me want to put the wrong carpets down or different ones in each lift just to confuse holiday makers.