Bugis street is very close to the hotel. There is a large covered bazaar selling everything – cheap clothes, watches, cell phones, fruit and vegetables, on several floors. There are fruit juice stands, but the red dragonfruit and guava juices were rather bland. Bottled starfruit juice is downright nasty. We also walked to the Indian quarter in the north of downtown and had good Tandoori chicken. I saw two mosques, two churches, one synagogue, and one Krishna temple with gaudy LED ornaments and happy monks daubing a third eye on tourists.
There are large office towers and low two-story and five-story buildings side by side. Everything is squeaky clean – that day I have seen one abandoned plastic bottle, a handful of cigarette butts, and a rusty washing machine. Everything else is spotless. Possession of drugs and chewing gum is illegal in Singapore, but smoking is ok. These people have principles. Street and shop signs are English in Singapore, and it’s disappointingly correct English instead of the hilarious Chinglish they use in China, like my favorite in Lijiang in Yunnan: “Civilized behavior of tourists is another bright scenery rational shopping”.