Debbie is here!

Debbie came to play for just under two weeks, which means only one thing – I have just (and I mean only just) survived a weekend spent proving to Debbie that regardless of what she thought about Singapore when she lived here during the summers with her parents, if you go to the right places and meet the right people, you can have a great time out here in this utterly bizarre and slightly crazy city / country.

            The end result is a stomach ache, headache and an ouchy bank account, but we had a great time getting to this point, so it was totally worth it, even if it did make for a particularly bad Monday morning at work. Massively jealous of Debbie spending the day down by the pool, basking in the glorious sunshine and nursing her hangover in style!

Having met Debbie at the airport (with a fully printed out sign, of course) we spent Friday evening eating Chinese food on the 73 floor of one of the towers in the city, before heading over to 1Altitude for a lot of drinks and open air dancing on the roof top of another high-rise.

During the first full day we took a tour around Little India, checking out the slightly scary Tekka market to buy avocados and asparagus before a crazy tour around the absolutely mental Mustafa Centre which we were then unable to navigate our way back out of and where Debbie learnt about Asian sizing differences the hard way - see below. A late brunch of eggs was then devoured at my favourite local café Cups and Canvas. Following a quick dip in the pool and a nice cup of tea it was time to venture further afield, cabbing out to Sentosa for an afternoon in scorching hot sun!

Once over the water on the little island of Sentosa we settled at Tanjong Beach Club, dipping in and out of the pool whilst looking at the fabulous views of the beach and tankers, before a quick chair lift up the hill and a street luge journey back down. All the fun and exciting adventures for us this weekend!

Our day ended with a glorious sunset from the top of the Swisshotel (another day, another bar to drink in) before heading home to eat take out pizza and pass out by around 10pm.

Sunday was brunch day. As strange as it sounds, brunch took up the entire day, and was responsible for breaking me quite so dramatically. After a quick dip in the morning we got ourselves dolled up and ready to go out and play.

            We had a table for ten booked at the Pan Pacific for a free-flow Veuve Clicquot and free-flow food extravaganza that ran from 12-4pm, and that was excessive in every way possible. It was, as always, a massively impressive Sunday brunch offering – with all you can eat steak, lobster, curry, cheese, dessert, fruit, noodles, pasta, seafood – everything!

By 4pm we really ought to have called it a day and made our way home, but with Joyce and Matt both insisting that we should complete the day on the sunny terrace of the Cricket Club we somehow ended up going astray on route, and found ourselves opening wine and settling in for a long afternoon and slightly extended evening of ridiculousness.

We dragged ourselves home eventually, and woke up this morning utterly broken, but fairly confident that Debbie had a good time.

            Having cancelled any intentions of a grouped lunch, Debbie has had a full glorious day by the pool, so we should hopefully all make it through to the end of the day in one piece, and then we’ll just have to wait and see what happens this evening!