Eat and walk and eat and then walk again.
To me, in Singapore, there are only two things worth spending my leisure time on. First, it is to embrace the fruits of nature that God has so graciously bestowed upon us - EAT. Second, it is to burn off the carbs gained from said gastronomic escapades - WALK. This is also a good way of getting visual treats from whatever remnants of urbanisation that are still around. Take a good look at them before they eventually disappear. I mean, hey, this is afterall Singapore. The country of reclaimed land, high rises, and diminishing heritage.
So that is exactly what we did today.
Keiko accompanied me to Orchard in the morning to collect my jeans from the tailor. We went to Es Teler 77 to eat some desserts, and then walked from Orchard to Dhoby Gaut to City Hall, and then to Clarke Quay and to Chinatown. -sweat-
After my dental appointment and tuition, we met up again in the evening, after which we proceeded once more to engange in our favourite activities. Walked a few streets down to eat at Botak Jones (promising to come back again soon), and then trudged from that end of Ang Mo Kio to where I stayed, which is at the other extreme end of town 2 hours walk away. I swear my gastric juices were getting some really good jiggies in there, yo.
It is only now when I am nicely settled down on this swivelling chair, with oxygen starting to flow back into my muscles, and blood all rushing to my head, that it all sets in. I think I wont be able to walk tomorrow. But I had a great time. Walking is such a therapeutic thing, and its aftermath gives me a dizzying sense of euphoria, a momentary high that makes me feel like sprinting up to the 25th floor and shouting HEY WORLD!
Any problem can be solved by walking it off :)
In Australia, we used to walk around mountains and lakes (though a particular Australian would go as far as bringing me to cemeteries). But here in Singapore, bush walking really just means walking from one eatery to the next.
Labels: foooood, travel