Neighborhoods like Kapong Glam and Little India celebrate the city’s cultural and religious diversity. Quiet parks, fragrant produce in street stalls, and herb shops and bakeries. Hawker kitchens with halal foods and curries and ginger tea.
Yesterday, I ate a $4 noodle dish that I could eat every day for the rest of my life.
Singapore is remarkable.
It’s remarkable and there is something here you don’t believe. A city of 5.6 million people with no bad smells (except the durian), no bugs, no scabby dogs. No one is going to steal your phone and the public art never asks you to think hard. In five days, I have not heard laughter or anger or music. I suspect everyone flosses.
I didn’t visit a single museum because I think I won’t believe them.
I visited the temples and mosques, with their messy ideas and acknowledgement of pain.
Singapore is like a production of something real. It’s too clean. It’s too quiet. It’s not even a powder keg! I shouldn’t have tried to hug my tour guide!
The food is awesome though, no doubt about that.