[Sorry for the confusion, I've only posted 3 entries. This one was called something else at first but was saved twice so if you have auto-updates you will have received an update called 'A pizza hut...' which is actually now this entry.]
I confess that I didn't have a typical Singaporean evening's dining tonight as I ducked into a Pizza Hut in Lucky Plaza when I thought no-one was looking. Not being quite used to the dehydrating effect of perspiring so much in the humidity here, this is the second day I have left it too long to drink something and got a bit faint so PH was a necessary (and not very tasty) detour. I was a bit overwhelmed yesterday which is why I probably sounded a bit grumpy on my 1st entry. It is busy and noisy here but there is plenty to do and see, I just haven't done it yet. And I'm plenty grateful for the Marks and Spencers.
In a jade carving shop (in the Mall I HAD gone to get my dinner at a proper recommended South Asian restaurant, only to find it closed) I found little little carvings of the three wise monkeys - see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. And a 'new arrival', the fourth in the set, a monkey with his hands clamped over his crotch and called...DO no evil. Chortle, take note boys. What with that, finding a book of erotic Singaporean stories (in the LITERATURE section, I hasten to add - I was looking for local novelists!) in an otherwise respectable bookshop, and happening upon Condom World (the entrance was on the street, I wasn't daring enough to go in), I've had a vaguely saucy afternoon. Who said Singapore was straight-laced? All I need to do now is take a bumboat ride...(for those who didn't konw, this is really what it's called and 'bumboat ride' isn't a euphemism).
Super-friendly people in the tourist office, I was a bit demanding. After the success of the Spanish lessons in Peru, I was all for preparing for Egypt by learning some Arabic. The lady looked a bit confused when her colleague consulted her about my wish to do 3 or 4 hours of individual lessons, but oh so politely printed the strange foreign woman off a list of gyms. Chinese whispers...Arabic - Aerobics! All the locals I've come across have been lovely so no laughs to be had at their expense. I'll have to look to my fellow hostellers for that.
I am getting so fed up with my hair. Despite having stocked up on Frizz Ease in Aus, it looks a proper mess, has done for weeks. People keep staring at me, I'm sure. God knows what it's going to look like when I'm washing it in Nile water. The big question is, do I take me hairdrier and straighteners with me on the next leg of the trip so at least I can look smooth and elegant in Italy and France?
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