Man, this town has a lot of shops. Row upon row of the buggers in Mall after air-conditioned Mall. We've never seen so much stuff for sale; nifty gadgets, shifty clobber, iffy tourist tat...you name it, they're flogging it.
Which is great if a) you're loaded, or b) you've some spare room in your backpack.
Thankfully, we have neither, so have contented ourselves with piling as much exotic food down our necks as we can manage.
We were ably assisted in this task tonight by the lovely Fiona, an old college buddy of one of our good friends back home (confusingly, also called Fiona). Fi has lived in Singapore for the last couple of years and gave us some real insight into what makes the place tick.
Her suggestion for dinner was a place deep in the heart of Chinatown where we shared a huge hotpot (a new one on us - a big communal urn of soup you throw chunks of crab, veggies and random bits of fish into over the course of the meal), which was bloody gorgeous.
A very pleasant end to a pleasant day...the meal's on us when you next visit London Fiona!
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