Today Fiona and I are seperated for the first time in 120 days. She is resting in Jakarta, while I am in Singapore for a night. I needed to fly here, return airfare $101, so as when I return to Indonesia tomorrow, I can extend my visa for another 30 days. Locally, the expats call it a "visa run".
So I'm in this city, that takes up a whole island, and calls itself an independent Asian nation. It is not big, but no way, even though the population is 5 million, does it feel like any other Asian country I've visited. It is clean. It is orderly. You can walk on the footpaths. There are no hawkers. Very few scooters. No tooting. No rubbish. It feels really safe. There are lots of white faces, many of them speaking English, some with NZ or Aussie accents. The money is dollars, and easy to understand. The food is Asian, but there are plenty of European options. Lots of people go running after work. There are groups exercising together in the parks and streets. Singapore is incredibly diverse culturally and racially, yet this is the most westernised, Asian country ever. It's lovely. But I've had not one, Hello Mister.
I'm staying at the Tree in Lodge hostel, run by Sk Lah. This man is an amazing fountain of knowledge when it comes to cycle touring in Asia. I've learnt so so much in the last 12 hours. Such a lovely host. Incredibly giving of his time, knowledge and experience, and cycle tourists get a discounted rate.....Tree In Lodge. Please stay here when you come through Singapore. Sk passes on all he learns from all his guests....so let's ensure he gets heaps of great info to pass on. Thank you so much Sk.
So with Fiona resting, it was shanks pony this afternoon. Sk tells me I walked 10km. Got some great photos....of clean streets, big buildings, and empty streets...no scooters.
My adventure tomorrow is getting back to Jakarta, securing a visa, and surviving a scooter ride from the airport back to Ricky's. Yep. Adventure every day. Wow. If it wasn't for the adrenaline, it would be pretty tiring.