The final form of transport today was a Trishaw ride – rather more sophisticated then in Myanmar – with blaring ‘rap’ music with the most distasteful lyrics (If you can call them that) I have heard in a long time.
The main purpose of this ride was to visit the narrow streets of Little India, a big change form the slick high-rise buildings and more like an Indian Street. It is in fact home to the 200,000 or so Indian, Bangladeshi and Sri Lankan migrant, construction workers.
A glutton for punishment, once back at the ship I took the shuttle bus into the Shoppes at Marina Bay shopping mall. A mistake really but interesting to see since this vast shopping Mall was similar to those I had visited in Dubai full of designer label clothes, handbag, jewellery and watch boutiques – all very empty apart from snappily bored looking shop-assistants. Like Dubai the prices were astronomical but they must make money!
The Mall is on 3 levels with a canal in the basement and a huge food court that was heaving with families eating every kind of food imaginable. After three circuits of this food court I eventually found a coffee stall and ordered a latte and an almond muffin and then sidled-off to find somewhere to sit and enjoy my refreshment.
I leave you with one last picture of the Gardens by the Bay in the fading light and a display at the base of… and yes you guessed - that Flying Boat Building as I waited for the shuttle back to the ship.
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