MYSTERIES OF SCIENCE

It doesn't matter how much juice you have in Singapore, you will still find yourself thirsty. The nights were stormy, rolling sheet lightening and dense rain. Our hotel room was very small, I mean we had read reviews about the Hotel  Boss before going and they basically said it was small, and it definitely was.

It was selfie season at the Marina, I mean of course Maddie and I 

got in on the action but has definitely been an intriguing part

of the trip, the ubiquity of the smartphone. From kids on scooters on 

their way to school in Bali, to these champs in this snap. Not making

a judgement on it, just seems like a real sea change.

Mads and I after walking for ten minutes to the Botanic gardens,

it was a sweaty but special time. Hot Singapore times are always hotter 

with a selfie (see previous photograph/babes in the previous photograph).

Food in Singapore was A+++ , especially this breakfast which we stumbled 

on and stumbled out real fat.

During our humid days in Singapore, drinking juice is basically all we did. Between strip mall and overhead skypath to the next strip mall, to underground exchanges lined with shops where you could seamlessly transition between one air conditioned strip mill to the next hyper mall, we drank juice. You could probably walk a great distance without ever breathing non conditioned air in Singapore, I know this because we have walked the distance. 

Sultry times at the Hotel Boss.

It wasn’t endless but it definitely was absurd how far you could travel without touching a street. You could definitely not walk this distance without drinking. We passed a towel carrying elderly western man melting through an underground mall. Madeleine and I, however, made our way purposefully with a constant supply of liquid.

Having a Singapore Sling. Was possibly not worth the $18 dollars.

You may think you can come to Singapore, and you can. But you cannot travel in this place without different juices, bottled iced teas, condensed milk teas, expensive cocktails, desalinated tap water, pineapple and guava, watermelon and mango. We went atop this vulgar monstrosity of a building, up to the 56th floor which looks like someone has crudely attached a vast silvery inflatable boat to the top of three towers. We sat and we tried to get a drink. We couldn’t get a drink. We left. When we returned to the hotel suite, temperature 23 degrees, I went to to the toilet and my urine was a vivid yellow despite all the liquid. Science has no answer for that.

Say what you like about the Hotel Boss, the views were exquisite.