Although only a 3 hour flight from Manila, Singapore feels like it could be on a different planet. It's spotless, effortless and - as far as we can see - rabid dogless. Let's hope it doesn't turn out to be characterless.
Early indications are good. Wend's done her research and booked us into a smashing hotel in the heart of the little India area of town. An interesting neighbourhood rammed with curry houses, sari emporiums, and Sikh and Hindu temples (no racial tension here, everyone just happily gets on worshipping whatever God(s) they're into - there's even a mosque thrown in for good measure).
Wend's finally lost patience with the long hair thing and had a bit of a makeover. She's gone all Mary Quant with hippychic headbands and large, loopy earings. I approve. It's like having a new wife - and I wasn't even unhappy with the old one.
Knackered from journey, so after a top notch Thali, hit the sack early.
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