Part 1. Singapore

What can I possibly say about Singapore that nobody already knows?… That it’s far, it’s small, and it’s expensive?… Despite the really, REALLY long flight, we only spent 2 days in this city, posing as a country, pretending to be an island. Or is it actually an island, pretending to be a country, posing as a city?… We were confused, as are so many visitors, and I have to admit the actual visit to the place did not really clarify matters much. However, in spite (or maybe because) of the brief nature of the visit, we did manage to add a couple more things to the generic list.

Here I do have a confession to make, though – Singapore has never really been not only on my bucket list, but even on the travel map of places I potentially thought about going to. Ever. The “small, expensive, and far away” triad was never a winning combination for me. Yet, somehow the place started appearing on the horizon – first with Anthony Bourdain’s documentaries, announcing Singapore to be the food mecca of the world, then with the realization of it being the 2nd gateway to Asia after the already familiar Bangkok. This time we had our eyes set on the further parts of South-East Asia, and never ones to pass on a good meal or a convenient flight connection, we thought “Why not?” and opted for Singapore.

View over Singapore Straight when flying in

We arrived in torrential rain, and a 5-second dash from the taxi to the doors of the far-sightedly booked Clover 5 hotel, left us both soaking wet. The rain was warm, though, which was definitely a new experience, and within the ten minutes it took us to check in and drag ourselves and our suitcases to the room, fog started steaming off us in the air-conditioned hotel environment.

Our room was shiny clean, chilled to perfection and absolutely tiny. This was not a surprise, for by definition the country/city/island should be limited in space, and in any case the room was really well-organized – we even managed to find place to put our suitcases in without blocking the door to the bathroom! Island or no island, the hotel rooms of European capitals still beat Singapore in size. I remember a hotel in Rome I once stayed for work in, where I could easily touch all 4 walls of the room while lying on the bed. The ceiling was luckily out of reach. Compared to that memorable experience, our room in downtown Singapore was gigantic – there was space for a bed, one bedside table, a narrow table under the TV bolted to the wall, 2 suitcases and 2 people. We had to jump over the suitcases to get into bed, but after an eternity spent confined to airplane seats, any exercise was a welcome change.

Beautifully lit Boat Quay buildings at night
More night-time Singapore

The need for exercise and fresh air sent us on a late-night walk in the neighborhood. Although, I have to admit that hunger and thirst did not play the last role either. A lot has been said and written about airline food, and while it never really made it to the 1st pages of Zagats or Michelin Guides of this world, a steady and inevitable decline has been one of its primary attributes ever since the birth of commercial aviation. All the more reasons to search for freshly-prepared, non-nuked food on the ground.

Satays at Satay By The Bay!

Here I have to say that during our 2.5 days in Singapore we definitely found some really good food. We had some non-descript fare as well. Two constants, prevalent in all our meals, though, were that none of them were really bad, and all of them were quite pricey. It’s easy to eat well in Singapore, eating on a budget (or at least not breaking the bank) is an art one has to master. We quickly figured out that food markets, aka hawker centers, were our best option. They are plentiful, open most of the time you might want a bite, competition is fierce (which makes the food fresh and the service fast), and you can try a lot of different local delicacies in one sitting and at a reasonable price.

Satay by the Bay and the Chinatown Food Street are just the two out of a myriad of hawker centers worth the visit. If you visit these two (watch out for opening times, though – despite Google’s claim that Satay by the Bay is open 24 hours, it does not start waking up until 11:00 in the morning), you will see that Singapore brought the concept of a food court (locally known as a hawker center) to a whole new level.

Singapore’s colorful China Town

Not surprisingly, it is in Singapore that you can find a hawker stall that not only has its own website, but has been awarded a Michelin Star. Unfortunately, although we did manage to find the Tai Hwa Pork Noodle soup stall the following day, the place turned out to be closed on Mondays (just our luck!…), so the only thing we took home with us was a photo of it.

The one & only Michelin-star Tai Hwa Pork Noodle soup stall

The Raffles Hotel was deliberately NOT on our list – everybody and their mother goes to Raffles, sits at the bar and orders a Singapore Sling, feeling on top of the sophisticated world. Raffles is the Singapore equivalent of the Hofbrauhaus in Munich – every visitor considers it an authentic local experience, and not a single local would be seen dead within a 100 meter radius of the entrance. Anyways, our aspirations lay with the far less conventional crowd, we were content exploring the back alleys and street food stalls, and who likes Singapore Sling anyway?…

We did not completely opt out of the tourist program, though. While we were happy to skip The Raffles, something else was definitely on our sightseeing agenda. Gardens by the Bay – a futuristic city park, blending the concepts of nature, urbanization, technology and science into something that could easily be found in the latest movie by Steven Spielberg, or Luc Besson. Ironically, the Gardens weren’t modelled off a sci-fi fantasy, but became an inspiration to some: the Guardians of the Galaxy’s Xandar planet was created having the Gardens as its prototype.

Welcome to Gardens by the Bay!
Panorama of the Gardens by the Bay

The Gardens is an ongoing project by the government of Singapore to transform their already quite green city/island/country from the “Garden City” it is commonly referred to, to a “City in a Garden“. Even though most visitors get familiar with the Bay South, the largest part of the Gardens, the complex comprises two more parts – Bay Central and Bay East, the latter still being mostly a work in progress. All three span 101 hectares (250 acres) and are built on reclaimed land, with the cost of the project of over $1 bln. To the joy of the visitors, the Gardens can be visited free of charge, with the exception of the two conservatories – Cloud Forest and Flower Dome, where you have to pay an entrance fee of 28 Singapore dollars (~19 Euros).

The Cloud Forest conservatory
Inside the Cloud Forest conservatory

The signature Supertree Grove with its famous hi-tech giant trees is there for each visitor to admire for free. The supertrees, towering over the Gardens in their 16-storey magnificence, are not trees at all. They are vertical gardens, that perform a multitude of functions – from being home to a variety of ferns, vines and orchids, to being the environmental engines for the gardens. They harness solar energy that is further used for lighting of the Gardens, they collect rainwater for irrigation and fountains, and even serve as air intake and exhaust pipes for the conservatories’ cooling systems. AND they look really, really cool! They say the best time to admire the Gardens is after sunset, when the Supertree Grove is all lit up, but even during the day, it looks absolutely amazing. Even if you are not into high-tech environmental stuff, the sheer size and beauty of the place will not leave you indifferent.

Supertree Grove
Supertrees up close and personal

There is something in the Gardens for everyone – the geeks will enjoy the technology bits, the nature aficionados will appreciate the beautifully recreated tropical and desert climates inside the domed conservatories, those looking for a quiet retreat from the hustle and bustle of the busy metropolis will appreciate the secluded corners of the park designed for meditation. The Gardens are quite central, easy to reach by the fast, convenient and easy to navigate Singapore MRT (Mass Rapid Transit) from everywhere in the city, and should be on the must-visit list of every tourist that happens to be in the area.

MRT is another must-do Singapore experience. With its impressive coverage of 170.7 kilometers (106.1 mi), it is fully automated with trains operating without the need for drivers. The system is reliable, spotlessly clean, safe and fast, with the network covering the whole city/island/country. MRT is also one of the main reasons for the infamous chewing gum ban in Singapore. Yes, unless you did not know, bringing chewing gum to Singapore, even for personal use is illegal! After several quite costly incidents on the MRT, when the carelessly spat out chewing gum blocked the doors of the automated trains and paralyzed the whole system, the Prime Minister decided on the ban, which prohibits chewing gum to be sold, bought, or brought into Singapore, and introduces a hefty $700 fine for spitting out gum on the streets. Even though the ban was viewed as harsh and controversial when first introduced, and people complained at the beginning, such complaints fell on deaf ears of the government. One of the later Prime Ministers of Singapore is even credited with the “If you can’t think because you can’t chew, try a banana” response to claims that the draconian anti-gum ban stifles creativity in the nation. Judging by the highly-innovative society and hi-tech environment of the island, bananas must have helped, for there were no further claims to revert the ban.

The MRT tunnel – view from the head cart of the train

We did go for cocktails in the end. Although not in the Raffles bar, but in Jekyll & Hide, that we found on the pages of our Lonely Planet, and took the time locating in the maze of downtown streets. The cocktails were imaginative, with wacky names like “Vaping Geysha” and “Captain Boomerang”, beautiful and pricey, so we limited ourselves to one each (otherwise we would be required to cut our just beginning holiday short), and retreated to a nearby pub for the comparatively cheap $10 beers. We tried not to think that back in Munich double-sized beers of an astronomically higher quality cost only a third of an asking price on the island, and patted ourselves on the back for good thinking and not planning more than 2 days in Singapore.

Next stop – Indonesia!

Part 9 (Final) – Lobsters, Tides & New Islands

On the subject of lobsters… Throughout our travels, we found out that lobsters could be very different. And vary not only in weight or size, but in appearance as well. In the floating Muslim village we happened upon a specimen that looked like an old WW1 German military helmet sprouting a bunch of tiny tentacle-looking legs underneath. The thing and its mates were swimming in dim waters of a fish tank, displayed in front of a restaurant, and were supposed to attract customers. The anthropoids looked like prehistoric centipedes covered with a piss pot, and could inspire culinary urges only in perverts.

The “German helmet” lobsters in the floating village

However, if anybody thought that it could not get worse than that – it totally could. And did! Right on the following day. In the evening, we decided to celebrate the departure from the quiet and green island of Ko Yao with a dinner in a restaurant on the beach. The place attracted our attention the previous evening by a rich seafood display decorated with two bottles of wine at the entrance. To add to the charms, the tables were standing right on the beach, colorful lights were hanging over them from the branches of nearby trees, and the ocean waves were whispering some silly nonsense right into your ear – a perfect setting for a romantic evening!…

Our now inseparable foursome took the last free table, and immediately made an impression by ordering a bottle of wine. The owner materialized from nowhere and started helping with the choice of fish, and methods of its cooking. Seeing that the ladies were not very much inspired by the fish choices, he gave us a conspiratorial wink, and let us in on a secret: just this morning he got the tastiest and freshest delicacy, juicy and tender, and bound to make us happy. He could not quite come up with the name for the delicacy, but was eager to show it. Inspired by advertisement, Irina and I eagerly rushed away from our table to take a look. On second thought – we would have been better off having restrained our curiosity. The fish tank, that the owner of the restaurant was proudly and lovingly pointing at, contained giant prehistoric penises. With legs. Splashing about. Seeing pure horror on our faces, the owner surpassed himself, but remembered that the penises were called “rock lobsters”, and continued to advertise said specimens, praising their unrivaled culinary qualities. The creatures looked absolutely disgusting – dimly-colored penises a good half an arm length each, with vibrating tentacle legs and no sign of claws, tails, or other essential lobster attributes… Good enough for scaring little kids! We proudly refused to have anything to do with the sea penises, and to the owner’s disappointment ordered shrimp.

Luckily, the restaurant got remembered not only due to prehistoric monsters in the fish tank. The tables on the beach were lovely, but in about an hour after we sat down, the tide started crawling in. In the end we had to move together with chairs, table, and everything on it at least three times, moving away from the waves, which only added to the exotic feel of the evening. One bottle of wine for four did not last long, but when we asked for another one, the owner honestly informed us, that he does have another one, but only white. We responsibly decided not to mix, and humbly refused, realizing that we have just consumed the red wine reserves of the island… The evening ended with our feet in the ocean tide waters, other patrons left, and the owner sat down at our table, sharing with us left over shrimps and vegetables from the grill. Despite the rock anthropoids, the evening was fantastic!

The next morning we got into a chartered longboat (yes, our familiarity with local customs and traditions went as far as chartering boats!), and said our good byes to Ko Yao. The boat took us South, in the direction of the next island, that planned to be the last on our agenda. The name of the island was Ko Jum, but for everybody’s convenience it also had a second name, Ko Pu. This complicated our negotiations with the boat captain, but the itinerary was clarified on the way. In contrast to Ko Yao, the island was supposed to have beaches – the fact that we verified before arrival with the help of the Internet.

On the way to new adventures

The better part of an almost 3-hour journey to Ko Jum went through the open waters of the Indian Ocean. Sitting in a small wooden vessel powered by an engine of a small sedan, we could feel the might and power of the ocean at full swing. The waves were beating into the sides of the boat, throwing salty water into our faces, the wind was singing in our ears, and gigantic pink jellyfish were floating gracefully alongside the boat. We were overwhelmed by all the audio- and video aspects of the journey, and enjoyed every minute of it till the boat stopped at an idyllic-looking white sandy beach and palms covering the horizon, and we realized that we finally arrived at the place we’ve always dreamed about. Considering the heavenly interface of the island, our intentions to stay were serious, especially in view of the fact that our chartered boat said its good-byes, and sailed off to the horizon.

After that, we followed the usual scenario: Irina, me and the suitcases sat down in a beach bar, enjoying the scenery and fresh coconuts, and the gentlemen embarked on an accommodation-finding expedition. This time, the search took longer, and the boys came back to the beach bar only two and a half hours later. As it turned out – not due to the gigantic size of the island, or it being particularly overcrowded with tourists – they simply forgot where exactly they left us…

The misunderstanding was cleared and apologies provided – actually, we did not have any problems with the wait – the sun was shining, the ocean waves were caressing the white sands of the beach, and the coconuts were being brought to us without delay. The gentlemen proudly reported having found and rented accommodations in the form of bungalows (aka huts on the beach) in the most picturesque spot on the northern tip of the island – beautiful, but not easily accessible. After a half an hour ride hugging our suitcases on two scooters powered by hairdryer engines, we reached our new lodgings. This motocross through rugged terrain with only a vague hint at a road, peppered with sandy dunes, definitely added grey hairs to my still thick, but gradually loosing color hair. This said, the destination was definitely worth it: our newly-rented digs were two luxury huts (does not matter that the expression “luxury hut” is an oxymoron in itself – after three weeks in Asia it takes way more than an oxymoron to surprise us!) with an ocean view in a place called “Freedom Huts“.

Neither our bungalow, nor the neighboring ones had locks on the doors, and when we asked the management about them, we were assured that everything here was safe and honest, and no locks were needed. Just a couple of hours in the “Freedom Huts” absolutely confirmed this statement, we joined the safe and honest crowd, and never posed any more inappropriate questions.

Seaside bungalows at “Freedom Huts”

Ko Jum turned out to be an ideal place to finish our journey at – peace and quiet, paired with the holiday-appropriate color scheme (blue ocean, green palms, yellow sun and white sand), worked wonders in establishing and cultivating a relaxed holiday mood. The story of our lives – the vacation was unfolding in full swing right when it was about to finish!…

Despite the peace and quiet (or, maybe, because of it), we found entertainment on the island, to keep us in shape. The adventures were predominantly peaceful, and consisted of riding around the island – with the total area of 30 square meters and presence of only one and a half roads this was not too time-consuming. Even though the full road definitely had visible gaps in its topography, it could still be visualized on terrain. The second road can hardly be called even a half, and took serious efforts on our part to localize and even more serious ones (bordering on manic obsession) to experience. As a result, the art of conquering goat paths on a moped was added to our already extensive list of life experiences. Although, in all honestly, “goat path” is too big a word for the trail we had to search for through the jungle. How THAT appeared on a map, is beyond me, and can probably be explained only by that unknown and definitely not very sober topographer, who drew this barely visible hedgehog path on the island map. Difficulties in visibility obviously caused difficulties in finding and conquering the latter. We were not from among the faint-hearted, though, and the miles we circled around the island’s jungle, hills and rocks, should definitely be added to the annals of motocross.

Everything good (just like everything bad) has its end, and at some point another boat took us from the paradise island in the direction of mainland, where a big white airplane was waiting to take us home…