Singapore is in many ways very westernised, some might say tame, compared to other Asian cities like Bangkok. Their underground system is clean, cool, efficient. They have sparklingly beautiful museums and galleries. There are rules for everything, which everyone adheres to.
But we also found that if you scratched the surface, it has an Asian heart. The food stalls may have been corralled under roofs and operate under license, but it’s still the best Chinese food I’ve ever eaten. The Hindu temple was as noisy, confusing and devotional as any we visited in India. It’s not often that you walk down an alleyway in Western Europe to see people barbecuing pork skin on an open fire. And while this weekly bird singing competition may be highly organised and sponsored by KLM, it’s not something I’ve ever seen anywhere else.
Every Sunday morning, people from all over the city, bring their song birds in pretty bamboo cages to compete. I have no idea of the rules, or how the singing was judged, other than by taciturn groups of men drinking tea and coffee at the outside tables of numerous cafes. As with many things when you travel, it was all a bit mysterious. And a bit of mystery is no bad thing.
I liked Singapore. I’m looking forward to going back.
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