Back in 1991 when I first saw Singapore it was only for 3 days, one of which was Chinese New Year. The place was rockin’!
My trip wasn’t timed for it, it just turned out to be a happy coincidence. But I did get out and have a look around in between the fireworks.
Well, there’s no Chinese New Year this time which has made things a little less frantic.
Or so I thought.
I’m staggered by the amount of construction that’s gone on. And as I sit here and enter this into my blog I can hear heavy equipment moving dirt from here to there to make way for yet-another high rise.
My journal notes of the first visit say, “A 21st century city nestled into ancient culture. How they square that circle is a mystery.”
When I spoke of squaring the circle I was referring to 2 parts of how Singaporeans live their lives: One part totally modern, based in practical science which is fundamental in managing things like construction projects. The other part is the one that still believes the number 8 is lucky, never to put a 4th floor on a building or carpark, and feng shui.
I brushed it off as nonsense.
But then again, in our Westernized culture, some throw salt over their shoulder, some avoid black cats, some won’t walk under a ladder and some keep a severed limb of a mammal in their pocket as, say, a key ring for good luck.
So if it’s working for you, whichever culture you’re in, who am I to say what you should or shouldn’t do?
I didn’t get out much today, I needed to get some downtime after 8+ hour flights, non-existent hotel reservations and a totally flummoxed circadian rhythm. When I’m out and around tomorrow I’ll be able to actually appreciate the experience. And take pictures. Lots a pictures.
So I’ll catch up with my loyal, extremely attractive and intelligent fan base tomorrow!