We were at the Centennial Airport by 4:20 am. Our flight to Singapura took-off on time and by 9:20 am we were already at their world-class airport. We wasted another hour waiting for one of our companion’s luggage. We were met by a tour guide named Mohammed who’s of Indian decent. He’s very articulate and a real tour pro. Someone said he looks like a terrorist because he was sporting a beard, but Mohammed said he’s a good terrorist.
Our first stop was under the fly over where Singapore’s icon, the Merlion, is. I wasn’t at all excited to get off the bus because of
the heat and lalo na when I saw the number of tourists that were all
going to the same direction.
We were then brought to Boon Tong Kee, allegedly the restaurant that has the best chicken rice this part of the world. The food was
generally good, but I just ate the Singapore’s version of Hainanese Chicken Rice. If the amount of food I dumped into my stomach was the
gauge, then their chicken rice must be good.
I intended to just go to our hotel after lunch and not join the tour
to Sentosa but I eventually decided to go with them since my son
wanted to go.
If you missed the priest’s general absolution last Holy Week and want to punish yourself due to your mortal and venial sins, I highly
suggest that you go to Sentosa Island on a summer day for restitution.
Ride the 205 meters above ground all glass cable car for twelve long
minutes while holding your breath and clinging to your son who’s also
equally afraid. If it did not make you promise never to commit any more sins, get nauseated climbing Singapore’s Sky Tower and stretching your neck looking for Indonesia and Malaysia over there according to
the recorded tourist info.
Watch their 20 minute version of Pirates of the Carribean while
wearing an all black 4d glasses on a seat that shake, rattle, roll and
hit your back and splash water from all directions while you scream with eyes closed.
Go to their Underwater World with thousands of co-Asians who push you
against the wall as if they would ran out of fish to look at. Try hobnobbing with tourists who smell like they have been away from their
bathroom for ages.
Walk aimlessly under the angry sun then get wet while buying a five dollar tiny umbrella, then perspire again even before you are able to
figure out how to open the umbrella.
Go to the toilet to freshen up and come out smelling like guava.
Go back to the toilet when our co-asians are gone, wash your face,
hands, arms and feet with mineral water and spray your US$89 Chanel
Eau de Toilette and come out smelling like toilet.
Follow the tour guide and ride the tram standing up squeezed by our Asian neighbors who are equally perspiring, lacking sleep and bath. Squeeze your nose to prevent the chicken rice from escaping from your stomach.
Ride the train and get a seat while a dozen ladies from another Asian country stand in front of you with their arms raised above you while their armfits stare at you. If that smell doesn’t wipe away your sins, then you are far from redemption.
Continue your penitence by watching the Spectacular Songs of the Sea
with the same neighbors plus 4,000 other Asian and country men who are all sweaty like you, lagkit and bantot.
Those must be enough to disorient you and shower in a bath of holiness.
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