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!).

Watch out for those Daleks, we hear they make a mean Singapore Sling.

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.

At 75m tall, 750m long and speeds of 50kph (32mph to the oldies in the audience), this is Asia’s longest an fastest Zip wire.

All harnessed and ready to go (they tie that harness so tight even I could hit soprano, laaaa). You have to climb 10 flights of stairs, get hooked to the wire and step out into the abyss. At just over 1 minute long this is a cracking ride and I got it all on video. Honest the girly screams are coming from Mrs Fogg who loved every minute.

A must try for everyone.

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.

Simples!

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.

The weather has been kind so far – we have had hot days, balmy nights and a mix of strong sun and clouds. Our ride on the Singapore Flyer today was lovely, we managed to get a car with just an Australian lady in. Just as we got off they closed the ride as a storm blew in. No worries for us though, we did our favourite pastime of eating and scoffed dim sum until the storm cleared.

As Mr Fogg has already said, we’ve seen quite a bit so far- Orchard Road, ordered suits, Civic District, Marina Sands Bay hotel for drinks, a walk beside the river and of course Raffles Long Bar to throw peanut shells on the floor and take out a small mortgage to buy not one but 4 Singapore Slings – ahem Mr Fogg!!

So tomorrow we hope to take the MRT (posh tube to you and me), a cable car and a 750 metre zipwire suspended 75 metres above the ground and travelling at 50kph ( goes faster if you are heavier Mr Fogg tee hee!)

Then it might just have to be a night view of Singapore from the Singapore Flyer again.

So much to see, such sore feet and so little time….now what else is in these guidebooks that I can add to the list..

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?

Answers on a postcard to Black Angus, Orchard Road, Singapore.

Oh and the food was average, but the company, knock-out!

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.

A womble back through the hotel to see the lion and the former home of the curry club (apparently where Nick Leason used to drink and eat) before heading to Raffles and the Long Bar for the world famous Singapore Sling and the chance to eat monkey nuts then throwing all the shells on the floor.

Sho shevral shlinnngs later (and a lot poorer since each one is £12.50) and it’s a womble for food, via the world famous tailors to have a handmade suit for both of us, let’s keep the fingers crossed they get the measurements right.

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.

Bizarre concept, but very clever, your own hot plate, wok and utensils and off you go. Since Mrs Fogg does little cooking these days being a high powered executive and having her very own house boy for that sort of thing, I had to explain what things were (bet that gets me a slap). Could you see that catch on in the likes of Yorkshire, not really, plus imagine someone undercooking their own grub and suing the restaurant for not explaining the ingredients were raw!

A fantastic first day, so since it’s now 10pm local time, we are off to get some rest, then tomorrow it’s the worlds largest sky wheel (with champers of course) and then raffles bar for a Singapore Sling or three with a hottie on my arm.

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.

We arrived at the Shangri-La a little tired and as always the greeting was exceptional (oh and the women are beautiful and impeccably dressed).

So it’s 9.45am on Sunday 6 March here (1.45am UK time) and we are just waiting for our room readiness so we can change and then explore.

What a long day so far, starting with the dreaded cat farce, he not only despises his carry box, he projectile urinates over 60ft, fully directional when stressed, I only wish super soaker was this accurate and deadly! But surprisingly this morning Mr Spike went quietly and we were able remove our protective clothing intact (picture two grown adults in Hazmat suits and that is close to the vision that is putting spike into his box).

Mrs Fogg went off to work for a jolly, leaving me to sort everything else as usual (anyone got a violin?).

The trip down was long and uneventful (sorry Bartys we weren’t able to stop off, but we will drop Aitch’s Gameboy in on the way back).

No Garmin Satnav this time, instead using the ultracool Navigon on my oh so cool ifone (or if you are from Newcastle Why ifone, sorry), straight to the front door of the hotel, perfick.

Booking in, now not that we are awkward customers (but we are), leaving the car parked at the hotel requires you to write all your details on a sheet of paper plonked on the front desk for anyone to view (car reg, room number, name, address and how long you are leaving it there), I don’t think so, poor girl went white when Mrs Fogg started on her about security implications.

On then to our room, right at the other end of the hotel and up 2 floors (that’ll teach us to argue), door duly opened, room fully occupied, starkers bloke in the bog, nice! Off we trundle to reception. Is everything ok sir, err no there is someone in that room, oh well there shouldn’t be, are you sure, err yup, well it should be empty, well it ain’t, but it should, well it ain’t, are you sure it is occupied, yup, but it should be empty! Well it AIN’T. I would like another room please, without occupant, empty, not full, no-one in it, FREE of a person or persons.

So here we are in an empty room, let’s see who comes knocking on the door when they give out our room key.

Tomorrow, the joy of airports and the silly plastic bags, removing every item of clothing and cavity searches and that is just to get into McDonalds!