The bus from KL to Singapore took about 5 hours, but with immigration and transport, and problems with our room booking, we didn’t get checked into a hostel until late in the day. So I regretfully didn’t see enough of Singapore to give it a fair chance, but here is my very brief impression of the little city-state.
I did have to answer about fifty useless questions at immigration, and got my bags inspected on the MTR (which by the way is exactly like Hong Kong’s, complete with a multilingual “please mind the platform gap”), and I think I would get really irritated if I had to deal with it every day. I also thought the sunglasses-wearing soldiers with machine guns at the airport were just silly. I mean really, what do you need a machine gun for at an airport? Not that I tried to take a picture of them or anything.
Singapore feels very similar to Hong Kong, except it’s about twice as hot and three times as humid. Here’s something about the language there: many people there speak Mandarin or Cantonese as a first language, but the level of English education is so good that it seems like everyone just speaks to each other in English. So it was pretty different seeing a group of people who were clearly Chinese locals all speaking in English in a group so everyone could understand. They even spoke English to the flight attendant on my flight home, who probably understands all the languages anyways. Interesting.
Shopping and eating appear be the favorite activities here, as it is in HK, although things are expensive. It was the first time I’ve ever been to a McDonald’s that was more expensive than back in the States. Nearly gave into the temptation of Double Filet-O-Fish.
Luckily there’s always street food, which is a pretty interesting blend of HK, Taiwanese, and Malaysian dishes along with a few local specialties like stingray. We only ate there twice but our whole street smelled delicious. I think if I came back it would be mainly out of curiosity for the food, and then I could have some stingray.
Oh and the bakeries here are amazing. Among some of the best bread I’ve had in Asia, including one huge “Hidden Tiger, Crouching Bacon.” Eaten.
We walked a bit at night to see some of the buildings, but we didn’t see much. It was still pleasant.
I like staying at hostels, but mostly reputable, safe ones. I didn’t really like the one we stayed in at Singapore. There were no locks and no keys, meaning people could and did walk through our rooms at any time, especially because they had to pass my room to get to some of their own. And then I met this old guy who stays in the room next to me that I talked to for a while and turned out to be really creepy, and I’m not one to get creeped out easily by old guys. It occurred to me that I would be really mad if I made it this far only to die in Singapore, the safest place in Asia. But I didn’t die. I have returned.
Here’s Singapore. Looks just like HK but cleaner and more organized, no?

Only one more day left in Hong Kong…