Day 21 and day 22 in Bubba’s trip to go “East” and our trip to accompany him.
Heading east from Dubai would take me somewhere like the Himalayas, China, North Korea. Maybe I should veer southeast instead. I’ve heard that crossing the equator causes your hair to fall out so maybe I will stop just shy of the big red line on the map.
Singapore is 80 or so miles north of the equator so I should be safe. We stayed in the Chinese quarter at this hotel that once was a Chinese temple.
They have a Bubba sized model of what the area looked like back in the day. Our place is the short one in the middle that still looks pretty much the same.
Up in our room, we found some goodies to commemorate the Mid-Autumn festival. I’m always ready to munch sweets and check out the view of the market from my room.
Singapore is an almost mystical blend of the past and the up-to-the-minute present. A wander around the neighborhood took us back to the historic side of this part of the city. We came across this temple, still in use. This place has some beautiful carvings and is a sacred place.
So you know the bit over your front door? No one really looks there; they are ringing the bell. In this place, every surface is filled with carvings with deep religious meanings. This is the Thian Hock Keng Temple or Palace of Heavenly Happiness first built around 1821.
Inside there are places devoted to the different gods. Each have a deep meaning and each have their own offerings left behind by devotees. This being Singapore, one of the friendliest places I’ve ever visited, a man standing near heard us admiring the work and explained some of the things we were seeing. He was a professor at the local university who would explain things to tourists during his visits.
What is that offering I see at the foot of the God with the big tongue?
It is indeed a can of Guinness!
These two are Generals Fan and Xie, the guardians of hell, also known as the Black and White Guards of Impermanence. One can imagine the significance of the can O’ Guinness.
It is a little hot and damp today. Illegal forest clearing in Indonesia contributes smoke to the mix. It is downright melty out here.
It is time for something to cool my soul. I’ll ask this guy for a ride.
“You know where a guy could get a cool drink in a classy place that represents Singapore’s past?”
This is, of course, a not so cleverly done set up for the next bunch of pictures.
Take me to Raffles Hotel!
The hotel’s roots go back to the 1830’s and it was eventually named after Sir Thomas Stamford Raffles, the founder of Singapore. It is a classic colonial British building. I could sip tea on the veranda.
Nah! That isn’t my style. I’ll head to Harry’s bar. This is the place where the Singapore Sling was invented…and they have free peanuts.
Warm day, fans overhead gently moving the hot, moist air, and a nice tropical cocktail. I can’t help overhearing someone speak of a tiger hunt and I think he actually said the words, “Dash it all!” and “My word!” It is a dozy kind of day.
You must forgive Bubba in letting his imagination roam a bit. This is a modern bar with all the trappings from the past so it is easy to send your mind back 100 years or so.
Time to go back to the room for a nap. Let’s see if I can find it. It had red shutters and looked out over the shopping arcade.
Yeah, one of those. Tomorrow I’ll check out the modern version of the city.