We crossed the border into Singapore by bus and were consumed with excitement at the prospect of meeting Hamish and Teck Koon (who were already utter heros in our minds before we even met them, they didnt disappoint!)

Now it has to be said that the word 'legend' gets thrown about slightly too often in my chat so i feel it wouldn't give adequate justice to describe Hamish and Teck Koon. They are two of the most generous, humble and friendly people we have met on our travels. Fact. We plodded around some parks, we took a gander in the gardens, james munched a fish eyeball (pretty much JUST so i had a relatively witty anecdote for the blog!) Singapore is absolutely beautiful and definately one of my favourite places to date.

So, due to the fact that my diary has some serious holes in the 'Singapore' entry, i figured i should just fire in a cheeky quote from the only Singapore chat i have on record - its a hell of a lot easier and i feel it adds a bit of diversity to the old blog...so you know, it'd be rude not to!

12/05/08 A spot of people watching on Orchid Street, Singapore

"The majority of men are in checked shirts today, skinny jeans and perfectly positioned hair, gelled to perfection. Everyone looks relaxed, chilled out and happy.... except one woman who looks royally revolted by the 'stylish' skirt on the girl infront (at the risk of sounding like an old lady - it was the size of a bloody belt!)Ladies teeter around in stilettos swinging their louis vitton, chanel and yves st lauren designer bags as they swish past in their flouncy dresses. Im assuming they're happy - hard to tell behind the massive black shades covering half their faces but come on now, they're in singapore... no other mood is appropriate here.

Men swagger, girls glide. Westerners give themselves away by staggering about in the heat with huge pullout maps and sunburns, most of the dudes look slightly peeved probably after being henpecked into spending the day in the part of singapore renound for having 50billion trillion gazillion shops. The streets are spotless, not a blob of gum in sight. There's a sign encouraging people to sneeze into tissues - i am a LONG way from india! Reggae beats are pumping from Cosmo bistro across the pavement where a man is currently sweeping up leaves from the entrance. The trees are shedding mounds of leaves every second and the wind's blowing them everywhere - he's clearly been given that job as punishment for something... either that or he's the newbie, he does look overly keen at the prospect of starting from square one on the old leaf front. But once again, he's in singapore - i'd take a leaf sweeping job to live here! Businessmen stop on the streets, shake hands and hurry off to starbucks, everyone is fashionable, apart from a bunch of girls who really are just letting the side down by wearing tshirts with 'too gorgeous to care' and 'warning: incredibly sexy' on them, seems to be only the munters who wear such god awful garments. In my humble opinion they should all be put in a pile and set on fire immediately.... the tshirts that is.

Its 4pm, the pavements are getting quieter and the traffic's getting louder and the staff at the bistro are starting to prep the bar for the evening. Even Mr Pointless Job Leaf Sweeper is behind the bar so there's no messing about now. Im meeting James at 8pm at the airport that leaves me 4hours to play in the shops - one hell of a bad idea for someone who has not only just been reunited with her new debit card but also developed a newfound obsession with dresses, jewelery and all things pretty... uh oh!"

Jo