When planning our flights for this trip we decided, after several seconds of intense analysis, to extend our layover in Singapore by a couple days. “I mean we might as well, we’re flying past there anyways.” Done.
Instead of going directly to Bali, we spent 2 nights in Singapore. Our mindset this whole trip has been to see as much as possible in the allotted time given. This approach has worked out great because we have not felt the need for more time, we have always been ready for the next place.
Singapore is fabulous. The very opposite of what we’ve been traveling through, and a welcomed break from it. It is way bigger than I thought, way cleaner than I thought and WAY more expensive than I could wrap my big head around. It is bright, new, futuristic, and environmentally conscience. There is toilet paper to be used, clean subways to be ridden, and luscious green parks to be explored. I really, really enjoyed Singapore, but only for a day.
Southeast Asia has been costing us between 10-20 dollars a night for a private room and bathroom. The highest we spent was 40, some low 30s , but mostly around 20 total for the both of us. And, since we are so savvy, rented out our Jackson pad all month to several ski vacationers and used all that income for our hotels. Those ski bros covered January rent AND 30 nights of traveling, BOOYAH. Big shout out to Halez for handling all that, Air B&B can be pretty needy as we found out.
When searching for accommodation in Singapore we realized it was back to the hostel game. Even a shared 8 bunk room was 37 a night, but it was either that or emptying our pockets for the big boys.
Our hostel, the INNcrowd (get it?) was located in Little India and a well enough run hostel. The bathrooms were clean and the staff friendly. If it wasn’t for the loud Indian music (think live band chanting spiritual things with drums) blaring all night, our bunk mate puking in a plastic bag off the side of her bed (I remember my first beer), the stench of feet, the dust from the top bunk dropping into my mouth, and the lack of a mattress, I’d give it a 10. But seriously, it could ALWAYS be worse, so I was happy.
My full day in Singapore was spent running in Fort Canning park, educating myself in the spice garden, walking along the marina, sweating, enjoying an iced Kopi Coffee (coffee with sweetened condensed milk, it’s what the locals do, and yes, the locals are mostly all overweight), exploring the cleanest most organized China Town I’ve ever seen, sweating, people watching at Raffles Place, touring Clarkes Quay, getting blessed by a Buddha man in the Buddhas Tooth Relic Temple, sweating, and spending an absurd amount of money on “happy hour” drinks (we couldn’t find beer for less than 10 dollars during this supposedly cheap time of day).
Singapore was a really nice change of pace for a day, it’s a beautiful city with a lot to offer. The Singaporians were not as friendly and welcoming as I hoped, and prices on everything were so outrageous I was ready to leave the next afternoon. A lot of business people walking around, like, people in nice clothes, that was weird…let’s go to Bali!