So, it’s been a couple of days, but I’ve been on an island without phone service or electricity let alone internet, which seems understandable, if I say so myself. Now I’m in Kuala Lumpur, but I’ve decided to backtrack to the first leg of my trip and finish posting some pictures from Singapore. I’ll be back there either tomorrow or the next day, so more will follow, but for now here’s one from the MRT (the subway system), that verifies something I heard from someone, though sadly I don’t remember whom. The durian is a large, smelly fruit popular throughout southeast Asia for its delectable flesh, but despised for its notorious stench. Hence the notice on the wall of the subway car.
The juxtaposition in this next picture of two vending machines and the statues on top of a Hindu temple in Chinatown struck me as particularly amusing, so of course I stopped to snap a photo of it (even though the lighting was less than ideal) on my way to dinner at the Hawker Centre.
The final photo is of the gay club to which we headed after dinner in order to chill and transfer files from my still nonfunctioning PowerBook to A.F.’s adorable iBook. It was called, cutely, Happy. From this experience, and from hanging out the night before at a beautiful Arabic teahouse called Samar, which served delicious iced mint tea, and an outdoor lounge done up to suit its name, Little Bali, it seems Singaporean nightlife has quite a bit more kick to it than its reputation would allow.