Archive | April, 2012

Singapore Slingin’

7 Apr

Marhaba Lounge, Dubai International Airport; there’s free food, there’s free Internet, and, most importantly, there’s free booze!

Yes folks, I’m finally off to Singapore! I thought I’d quickly update you all whilst I’m feeling warm, fuzzy and wasted (Bacardi, I thank you). Now, why is this one of your challenges, I hear you ask. One of the reasons is that I love the sound of it. First of all, as much as I like to deny it, I like shiny new places. I like new hotels, new bars, new restaurants, new shops. I like poncing around and pretending I live on a set in Sex and the City, and, lets face it, Dubai gives me all this and more. So, despite the fact that I’m bored of the place and I’d love to move on, I’m traumatised at the thought of moving somewhere where, shock, horror, I have to fill my own petrol tank. Or, even more shocking, pay for my own drinks! Live in an apartment without a pool? Park my own car? Clean my own car? Drive my own car?! How will I ever survive?

Thus, I’m still in Dubai. Don’t get me wrong, I love the place, but I never intended on staying here longer than a few years. Life is way too short to stay stuck in one place. It’s almost time to move on, so I need to figure out where to go next!

I’ve heard Singapore is like Dubai, but in South East Asia (i.e. plenty of fabulous travel opportunities are there for the taking). I therefore decided to go and check the place out. If I like it, I will look for a job there.

The other main reason I decided to go there is because it’s safe and I wanted to go somewhere on my own. It was therefore a great place to try out travelling solo without the threat of getting mugged or abducted and sold into white slavery. However, it turns out by pure chance that my friend Gaby will be there at the same time as I am, so it isn’t really a solo trip anymore. But I cannot deny I’m EXTREMELY happy that she will be there!

Thus far, my trip has been great. I have been smiling at people and getting the weirdest responses. The guy at check-in chatted me up and gave me a seat with extra leg room. The guy at passport control told me he was going to miss me. Is this what happens when you smile and flirt with people? Is this the kind of hold women can have over men? And why have I never tried this in the past? Muppet.

Wow, I haven’t I blogged whilst drunk before. I like it. I’m typing freely without hating every single word and questioning whether I’m good enough to make it as a writer. Maybe this is my problem in life. I think too much when I should just shut the hell up and act! So I’m going to leave you all now. The bar awaits me. There’s a lot of alcohol going and I am officially on holiday.

Waiter, Bacardi on the rocks, please.

P.s. I apologise in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors. I’m too drunk to proofread.