Our second day in Singapore started off by sleeping much later than we intended. Taking red-eye flights in on Friday night must have worn us out! As quickly as possible, we ate breakfast then made our way to Sentosa Island to see what that was all about.
Ok, let’s be realistic. It did not matter what was on Sentosa Island. Chris heard that they had a flow rider, which I would equate to being surfing’s answer to a treadmill, and he knew that he had to go!
In addition to the flow rider, Sentosa Island had a ton of other fun sounding activities in which, unfortunately, I was ineligible to participate. Pregnant Brittany on Sentosa Island was a major drag. In theory, I would have been totally game for indoor skydiving, Segway rides, ziplining, the luge, the trapeze, and even flow riding. Sorry Chris!
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Chris decided to “sponge” as he calls it [boogie boarding for the other hodads out there] because it had been a long time since he had sponged and he had always wanted to try it on a flow rider. It looked like a lot of fun! I was pretty jealous that he got to go, not that I would have been any good at it, but I certainly would have given it a try.
After his time was up on the flow rider, Chris got ready for lunch by putting on
his favorite man skirt my ie lavalava. After all, we were in the tropics, so it was totally appropriate. [You may recall that he wears these things not in the tropics as well.]
Once again, I got to satisfy my desire to stuff my face with leafy greens! Oh how I miss salad! I talked Chris into ordering a Wasabi Seafood Pizza because I was intrigued. Bad move. It wasn’t all that I had hoped for.
After bailing from Sentosa Island, we were headed in the direction of Chinatown when we noticed throngs of Indian guys decked out in yellow walking down the street. Our cabbie told us that the Indians in Singapore celebrate Diwali early and that they would be at a temple in Little India walking on hot coals. Crazy!
We immediately changed our destination to Little India hoping to witness this event! Unfortunately, the cabbie left out one critical detail; the big celebration wasn’t to take place until 6 PM. We were hours too early and had an awful time finding a cab back to Chinatown.
For some reason, no cabs would stop for us. We are still not sure what was going on. We walked for what seemed like forever, attempting to hail cabs the whole way. Our walk too us out of Little India, through the Arab Street District, and to Marina Bay before we were finally able to snag a cab! In retrospect, this was not the most direct route to Chinatown, but we decided to stay on main roads to increase our chances of finding a cab.
Finally, with just two hours before we needed to head to the airport, we made it to Chinatown. Our first stop was a big market with anything and everything that you can imagine for sale! The next stop was McDonald’s. Don’t judge. Chris was having a BigMac Attack and I was happy to indulge in some ice cream.
All in all, I enjoyed my trip to Singapore and would definitely go back.