Beginning Location: Airborne South of Vietnam
Final Location: Singapore
As the new day began, we were approaching the 105th
East Meridian south of Vietnam at 35K feet, just over
550 miles northeast of Singapore. We had filled out our entry forms for Singapore immigration
and customs so we were as ready as could be for the arrival.
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| The Airport Terminal Garden |
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| Notice the Opened Bag? |
We had noticed that our bags had been tampered with when we collected them at the airport but just assumed it was TSA inspections. When opening one of the bags we were surprised to find 10 or so kid's cards, farewell cards given by teachers and friends to a child moving from Tulsa, Oklahoma to somewhere in the Far East, very bizarre. Two of the teachers had provided the child their addresses and email contact info, so with bits of info the effort began to get the cards to the rightful owner, a small child headed for China. We'll see how the story plays out over the next few days.
As for the tampering with bags, it now seems that somehow, in transferring our baggage to the Chicago to Hong Kong flight, our bags were opened. Perhaps the cards fell out of the child's bag and the baggage handlers just randomly picked our bags as a new home for the cards. Weird, just glad it was only cards.
It's 0400, surely the time for sleep.
Sooner than should be, it was 0800 and we were awake. After showers and dressing we headed down to breakfast. The hotel restaurant offered what might be the most varied and large breakfast buffet and fry grill I've ever seen. There were stations for foods of many cultures including English, Indian, Chinese, Thai, French, and American. There were recognizable foods, there were things not meant to be eaten; to get the flavor of Singapore I went for a multi-ethnic breakfast including French Toast, American Bacon, a Danish Pastry, Swiss Cheese, Genoa Salami, Mandarin Orange Juice, Belgian Chocolate, etc. Okay, so it didn't include curry or puddled eggs or unrecognizable meat or porridge, but this is only the first day.
Oh, did I mention that the frame for my glasses broke this morning? Well yes it did, a frame break on my new 3-week old glasses, well at least the lenses were 3-weeks old; to save a few bucks I had the optician reuse my old frames, frames identical to another set that had broken in the exact same spot a few months ago. The hotel concierge told me of a nearby optical shop that may be able to repair the glasses but recognizing we'll be underway for Thailand in two days, time was of the essence. So with my 5-year old standby glasses on I found the optical shop and good fortune prevailed, they had the same brand frames so installation of new frames would be relatively simple and likely finished later today.
After returning to our room, it was now about 1000, Sheila was overcome with the urge to sleep and sleep she did for a couple of hours. I spent the time doing what I always do, web surfing, reading, blogging and keeping up with a little bit of work.

By now we were beset with thirst and were beginning to worry about Malaria. We began walking back toward the town center, passing the Singapore Formula One track, host to the only nighttime F1 event, the Singapore War Memorial Park and a number of gardens; there are so many gardens and buildings with tropical plants throughout the city. 
We were fortunate to come upon none other than the Raffles Hotel, yes the Raffles, home of The Long Bar, the supposed birthplace of the Singapore Sling. In one stop, all of our problems were solved, our thirst was quenched by Singapore Slings and a Tiger Draft beer. As for the Malaria I downed a very smooth Gin & Tonic, problem solved, bring on the mosquitoes.![]() |
| The Long Bar - Raffles Hotel |
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| One For Thirst One For Malaria |
RECIPE FOR THE LONG BAR'S SINGAPORE SLING
30 ml Gin
15 ml Heering Cherry Brandy
120 ml Pineapple Juice
15 ml Lime Juice
7.5 ml Cointreau
7.5 ml Dom Benedictine
10 ml Grenadine
A Dash of Angostura Bitters
Garnish with a Pineapple Slice and a Cherry
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| Very Small Peanuts, Nubs Not Hubs |
Peanuts are served at The Long Bar, some of the smallest peanuts I've seen; suppose if you had a mind to, you could get a half dozen of these little critters inside the shell of a good sized Virginia Hub.

My last visit to The Long Bar had been in 1975, a mere 38 years ago; in 1989 it was moved from it's off-lobby location to a more tourist oriented portion of the property; still a pretty cool place to visit. After the drinks and the nostalgia, it was time for a cab ride to the hotel.
Good news for me, the optician came through and my new lenses are now matched with new frames. The new frames were less costly than the same frames in Kitty Hawk; so far that's the only thing I've found to be less costly.
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| Burrata Mozzarella |
After a brief respite we headed to the rooftop restaurant in the hotel, Il Cielo. The 24th floor restaurant, smallish in size, offered a good view of the cityscape at night. Our dinner choices were a mozzarella and porcini mushroom pizza and smoked pork loin. Perhaps most interesting was the Burrata Mozzarella, prepared table-side and served with heirloom tomatoes. Dinner was excellent, a fine closeout for our first day.
By 2200 my day was over, sleep came quickly.












Just so I'm clear, did you eat anything local? Italian for dinner and American for breakfast... How did the Singapore app work? And what was with the random middle of the night emails about your malaria and yellow fever medicine? I was wondering if the Mosquitos had already struck...
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