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Singapore-Bali Trip Day 3: Western Singapore

Most parts of my afternoon was spent traveling to Malaysia, only to be refused of entry and sent back to Singapore, who, apparently thought I was dangerous or something, sent me upstairs for an “interview”. The Internet said I could get a visa on arrival, but I guess the English-speaking part of the Internet also doesn’t apply to PRC nationals. The interview didn’t turn out to be an interrogation I was expecting. What a let down.

By now I’ve spent Singapore dollars as Malaysian Ringgit (which is worth less than half SGD’s value) because I didn’t have Ringgits for the bus. I wasted some more money trying to navigate my way around Singapore’s bus systems, using $2 bills as $1 coins because I had none. After an hour or so, I arrived at where I used to live some decade ago. Naturally, everything has changed; but the government houses are still around. I won’t go into the details of the next few hours, since it was more reminiscing versus discovering. Coincidentally, the owner of my old semi-detach house is there, back after a long time abroad. She was trying to remodel it, and today was her first day at work. Excitedly, I checked out the insides and took some pictures. Nothing – as in literally nothing – has changed. Furniture, rooms, flooring… were all the same, with a thick layer of dust over it. Talk about lost in time.

My old house in Singapore

My old house in Singapore

I sat around the blocks and caught up on my email with an insecure wifi connection. In the middle of all this fun, I lost track of time. My flight was all the way on the other side of the country, and I have 90 minutes to get over. Taxi would be way too expensive to take by myself; I bussed and took the MRT, and finally, a taxi, to speed things up at the end of my race against time.

The day was a great sneak peak to our living conditions for the next five days. Our hotel was a suite with a large living room and a full-sized kitchen. We even ordered room service for a late night snack.

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