Day 168 - 08th December
So what a comfy night's sleep in my new digs. The bed might not look like much but believe me, it's mighty comfy (sorry, I was watching To Kill A Mockingbird).
So I had a quick freshen up and headed straight out to explore.
I walked North, towards Little India and found myself open mouthed and staring at everything, left, right and centre. Singapore really is a fantastic city and I was only just starting.
I found City Hall, Raffles Hotel and Sultan Mosque on my travels as well as an abundance of shopping malls (too many shopping malls)!
Not that I have much when it's long, but my hair was becoming an annoyance. I could feel it wobbling in the wind and I refuse to succumb to a Bobby Charlton. So one of my tasks for the day was to find a barbers. Sure, I passed plenty of hair salons, hairdressers, even a Toni and Guy, but I'm not paying SPG$50 for a clipper job - I'm not a 'Cheap Charlie' as my Koh Samui contingent named Matt, but it's literally a five minute trim. It ain't worth £25.
After doing a loop near Shaw Towers, I found myself wanting to get to Marina Bay Sands Hotel (the famous, three towered hotel in the east of the city). I thought I'd take a shortcut through Suntec City Shopping Mall - how big could it really be?
Turns out, five complexes in one, a convention centre and a Fountain of Wealth big! I spent a good fifty minutes in there, just wandering around, trying to find an east exit.
I jumped on Promenade MRT and headed to BayFront station. When I came out, I found the Marina Bay Sands Building. It was incredible. Wandering around inside, I felt like a small fish in an ocean. It was just enormous. I did get to see some of the athletes from the Asian Paralympic Games here in Singapore which was worth the visit.
I'd found a barbers, not too far from my hostel, so I set off after it. Two hours later, my hair still wobbling, sweating in the humidity and wandering around some deserted backstreets, I decided to get some Wi-Fi and find a reliable source for a haircut.
That reliable source was CUTS, a Korean style barbers situated in Raffles Place. Another hour later, wandering around with my HERE Maps and getting lost in two further malls, I found it. It was, bizarrely, located inside the underground shopping precinct that formed part of the MRT station. It got weirder when I had to put $10 in a machine for a ticket number - it was like being at the deli counter in Tescos!
But hairs off to them (sorry, bad pun), they did a cracking job and even vacuumed my head afterwards. Not a normal service but worth the experience.
I made a few hours stop to talk to my mum and sister. We had some laughs, especially when they tried to guest my favourite song, going from my clue of his name relates to William to Elvis Presley and Nat King Cole - the mind boggles sometimes. My dad made an appearance as well and it made me miss Christmas at home.
I headed back to Chinatown, the night creeping in and had some dinner at one of the small stalls. This time I had a fantastic duck and pork combo with rice and soy sauce. You can't argue with this sort of grub at $6 (£3) a pop. The portions are great!
I wound down with a little writing (yes, wound down) and cracked on with the formatting of my sitcom. Before I knew it, four hours had passed and it was midnight.
What a day!
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