Day 6. Police, incidents and the island of Sentosa

Day 6. Police, incidents and the island of Sentosa

I think that this entry really is going to be short, given that we spent practically all the morning “moving papers”: going to a luxurious police station (of the sort where they’re even allowed to have people), reporting the phone loss, counting all of the awards received by the personnel (it seems the police there are very much adored by the public, although what I’m not sure of is if that adoration is a totally voluntary feeling, wink wink), and returning to the centre to eat in a… come on, see if you can guess, there’s a 50% chance you’ll be right… hawker centre! It was that or a shopping centre, there aren’t any other options in this quiz…

I’d spent all morning feeling very, very bad and in the hawker centre I discovered the cause and screw you patriarchy, because I’m going to tell it. All of my physical discomfort was no more or less than the great happiness of being a woman a week earlier than expected. So the little (messed up) incident forced us to find a shopping centre (easy) and after to find an exit (very, very difficult). I don’t know very well how but at some moment we ended up on a roof/ swimming-pool. I promise you that this VivoCity is not a normal shopping centre, it’s the bloody capital city of a country. And to prove a point: the funicular station to go to Sentosa (a little Singaporean island that is just a stone’s throw away) is also in the shopping centre. The stuff of nightmares, an infinite labyrinth of shops infested with people. Exactly, fits perfectly with the definition of “hell”.

In brief, I’m going to stop picking on shopping centres, as at this rate I’m going to have to change the title of the blog, and start to pick on Sentosa, so it doesn’t get jealous.

Sentosa is an island that seems to have been created artificially to make tourists happy, but in such an obvious way that it ends up being a little cringy, it seems to shout: “Hey, you, yes, you, lost tourist, let the Singaporeans work in the city and come here where we have everything.” EVERYTHING. In a limited but ingeniously organised space they’ve managed to rig up a Universal Studios, a couple of beaches, a little forest, a thirty-seven metre lion, the world’s biggest sweet shop, a Hard Rock hotel that occupies two blocks, etc. And an aquarium, that was the main reason we went there.

The Singapore aquarium is a teeny, tiny bit expensive (Translator’s Note: I  miss the Spanish diminutive here, it’s quite hard to make expensive sound cute in English) but the thing is it’s a king among aquariums , with a pile of marine beasties never before seen by the human eye (at least by My human eye). However, despite the quantity and quality of the fauna of the place, the biggest attraction was, probably, an egg. More than the vertically swimming fish, the rigid snakes  with their bums buried in the sand, the corals, the giant fish with all the colours of the RGB spectrum, more than the sharks and the rays the size of a picnic blanket (Translator’s Note: This is a great pun in Spanish as the word for blanket is ‘manta’), more than the blue lobsters, the Moray eels, the brainless jellyfish (Yet another Translator’s Note: The Spanish word for jellyfish is apparently ‘medusa’. Cool!)… the most impressive thing, and I dare you to disagree, is this egg:

Horned shark egg
This, ladies and gentlemen , is nothing more nor less than a shark egg (heterodontus francisci, known worldwide as horned shark).

And it’s not that this came out like that due to a manufacturing flaw, no… it’s that this is the design that nature chose from among all of the available prototypes. Sometimes nature is quite malicious…

Our last dinner in Singapore (after escaping from the island of Sentosa, where, honestly, the queue for ‘escape’ was about seven times the length for entrance) was in a Korean restaurant. I put up a little photo because I’m very lazy and I don’t feel like describing all of that, and not because I don’t remember the names, obviously.

Yummy korean food
Yes, those things in my drink are roots. Of what? Irrelevant.

And without further little biscuit, until tomorrow at eight (Translator’s note: I can’t manage to rhyme little biscuit with eight no matter how hard I try, unlike in the original Spanish) or more like seven, because our flight to Bali was early and beside I like to get to the airport with some time. Nothing has really happened to me travelling ever in a sea of evers… but hey, just in case… and it gave us time to see a little bit of Changi besides (the airport of Singapore), which is very cute, with its orchid field and its carp pond and all…

Changi Airport in Singapore
Changi Airport, Singapore, where they kinda like going overboard. And if you don’t believe me, click on the link below to see the Harry Potter’s world they’ve crafted for Christmas.

Harry Potter at Changi Airport

And now… set a course for Bali!

 

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