A day in Singapore, what can we do? We started by walking to the local supermarket cunningly called "Cold Storage" we found it relatively easy and then spent the next hour picking up food and saying "We are not buying that at that price!!!" A small block of cheese cost £11 for 250 grams.
A good bottle of wine was over thirty pounds. We decided we couldn't afford to live here on our pensions.
The highly exciting trip to find provisions was followed by a swim in the apartment block swimming pool which is magnificent not awfully deep but twice the size of many municipal swimming pools. Lunch came straight from the provision searching and then we set off to walk to Clarke Quay to catch the tube to Little India,.
The area of Singapore called Little India is amazing, the closest you can get to India outside of the Indian Continent.We were fortunate in that they are celebrating Deepvali and the whole area is alive in the run up to the main festival on the tenth of November. The stalls are full of flower garlands, and are a riot of colour, it is almost too much for the eye to take in and the camera just can't capture that explosion of colours and shades that abound in every area around you, from garlands that snake from the roof to boxes full of cheap and gaudy items at your feet.
We ended up in the Indian Heritage Centre for two dollars and got a really education into Indian lives in Singapore since the nineteenth century.
After that we walked to the Arab quarter to meet David and had a quiet beer whilst we waited. David then walked us through the Arab quarter and we went for a a cocktail in the bar "Bar stories" where there is no menu but the bar keeper talks to you about how you are feeling and what you might like and then makes something up specifically for you. The expedition chIef ended up,with a berry concoction based on gin and I had half a pint of a cocktail based on rum and laced heavily with ginger. David had a cocktail into which he had to mix salt, a really interesting experience. Half way through Emma rang David and spoke to Rosemarie which made her day.
After this singular experience do us we went off for a Middle Eastern dinner at the Beirut grill,which was just wonderful.Plenty of ideas for us to cook at home.
The journey home via taxi was interesting as our driver started an argument with David about where he had said we wanted to go. Grumpy is not an adjective that really suits the taxi driver.
Home safe and sound we  settled down for a small digestive after a really interesting day.