Morning kiddies, as you can see today is Wednesday (phew so glad they change the carpet otherwise I would never know).
Well Mrs Fogg has another fun packed day planned for us, walking, history, all the stuff I truly love to do.
We are halfway through our week so we have some more things to do on our top 10 of Singapore (where Mrs Fogg is getting a wee bit annoyed with the locals, when she asks them a question, they turn and answer me as if she is invisible, I have to restrain her from nutting them).
We forgot to tell you all about the trip over from the airport, so Virgin had laid on a local pickup company holding up our name on an A4 piece of paper (so easy to read), along with another couple. We duly waited where our transport asked, as he waited for the second couple. Forty minutes later and one empty conveyor belt the transporter decided he had waited long enough so off we trundled to the hotel (about 30 minutes from the airport). Later that evening we had a call from our transporter with very poor Hengrish, telling us that apparently the other couple had waited 2 hours at the airport for him, then had to get their own taxi and he was “vely vely hangri” and was “hannoyed” at being stranded by wirgin horridays. Ok so what did this have to do with us? consider to get this far in the conversation took 20 minutes. So my friend can you call Meesta Martin in room 2010 an tell heem we waited for heem and did not just leave. Right so what purpose would that serve, imagine if I called your room to say “nah nah nah nah, we got picked up from the airport and you didn’t, ha ha”. I really didn’t fancy sitting on the phone listening to someone complain that the lift didn’t wait for them because they were slow. Not to be brutal about it but if you are expecting someone else you don’t just naff off cos you is bored waiting, maybe you put out a tannoy call or send another vehicle up later.
In a cruel moment as we were sat in the lobby drinking a cup of tea we did consider charging our drinks to Meesta Martin in room 2010 or even better ordering a bouquet of flowers, sending them to Meeses Martin and charging them to the room with a card that stated, “with love from your transport service”, however common sense prevailed and stopped Mrs Fogg from doing either.
Oh well.
Innocent eyes look away, this is a top brand of shop in Singapore along with Top Shop, New Look and TK Max.
We already knew Singapore was another world away, but we had no idea that The Doctor had investments over here too. The hotel provides complimentary water each day to keep us hydrated (who needs to carry it though when we can sweat pints of it in seconds when outside!).
Yes we have done it, travelled all the way via the MRT to Harbour Front, then a Sky Cable ride across to Santosa Beach and a walk in the very sticky and wet atmosphere to the MegaZip.
Ever had one of those days where you wake up after a really heavy thunderstorm during the night and have no idea what day it is? I know as unlikely as it seems some people must be either totally clueless and have been marooned on a desert island somewhere or wander around thinking to themselves, gosh wish I knew what day it is, if only there was some way of knowing (stay with me on this), well all you need to do (beside ask someone, turn on the TV, look at a newspaper, etc) is make your way to Singapore, then the Hotel Shangri-La and get in one of the lifts. Why I hear you ask (beside the fact that the flight alone would cost more than several thousand newspapers, or even paying someone to tell you), well it’s obvious, because at midnight they have an army of workers (maybe it’s the borrowers), who come out and replace the carpet on the floor of all 6 lifts to show what day it is.
Today is our second day here in Singapore and what an elegant city. Smartly dressed women, clean sidewalks, gorgeous shopping malls, it’s fun to explore.
Well here we are sat in a Black Angus restaurant and then we came across this little sign. What we want to know Is how do they know Stu and what do they mean by Special?
What a tiring day, a long walk down to the Singapore Flyer, the worlds tallest observation wheel, followed by a trip up the Marine Sands Bay Hotel which has a mockup cruise liner perched across all three towers on the 57th floor.
Well after a snooze and then a womble up Orchard Road, after I had to walk a mile back to the hotel cos Mrs Fogg had the wrong shoes on and they were rubbing, we stopped at a little Teppanyaki restaurant with a difference. Here you order your meal and they bring out all the raw ingredients for you to cook it yourself.
So this was us sat at Heathrow waiting to board the A380 Airbus to Singapore for the monstrous 12 hour flight, which although uncomfortable wasn’t actually too bad, so much food and excellent service, plus we paid for extra leg room as well.