Thursday, March 8, 2012

Singapore 2012

Yeah hopping the border once again to that little Island with an economy stronger than a mule's back was a thrill. Still never as good as going to Bangkok but then again I got to leave the vices of my heavily scheduled life for awhile.

I went down for an old friends wedding and ended up staying 5 days on the island, without making a single trip to the beach. Most of my time there was spent battling a horrid flu and trying to drown it in alcohol.

I shit you not Singapore, like Malaysia, is so hot I actually got sick from spending my first day walking around the city. Scorching! Although, the nights are really nice and breezy seeing as to how its actually an island.


A highlight of the trip. Haji Lane is the coolest little alley with the coolest little boutiques and some pretty rad ass cafes. 



I have NEVER in my life had to get in line to get on the escalator. 


Hugh getting acquainted with the colors of Haji Lane. 


I swear this was the best part of my trip to Singapore. Yeah, going into Universal Studios feeling like I've been transported to a different country. I traveled to travel.


You should see the shit the people working there are required to wear. This dude reminded me of Aladdin's monkey. 


Far, far away. I'm not kidding. The walk made me break sweat. 



They even had this very authentic diner with these bomb ass rides parked out front.


Mmmmmhhhmmm. That right there's an Impala holmes! Ride slow, ride low ese!


Our lovely host, Becky. Amanda's cousin who put us up in her house. She's totally mad fun.


Charlie was very kind to pose for a picture even though he had a whole line of people waiting to take pictures with him. These dudes were totally in character and couldn't be thrown off by anything.


Man I loved this movie as a kid. The special effects on this shit was off the hook with explosions and gun-fire and even fools falling off into the water when they got shot!  


You know whats the worst part of Singapore? That feeling you get when you feel like you're being watched. Because they are.

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