Singapore was like a shiny, airconditioned Paradise after dirty, crowded China. Not too hot. Polite. Organised. Relaxing. Perfect.

The kids and I spent 45 mins circling just one food hall, with our mouths open and huge saucer eyes – like little lost country cousins. The food in Singapore is AMAZING. Better than Hong Kong because there is so much more variety. And everything looks like a vogue photoshoot. Eaty Eaty Eaty.
There was a patisserie next to the hotel that sold the most luscious, perfect strawberry cream eclairs – Molly and I ate 5 in 3 days. Jack ate nasi goreng at every opportunity. I ate clean, recognisable, delicious Hainanese chicken rice everyday. The both ate Indian food for breakfast – idli and dosa.
When we weren’t stuffing our cakeholes we did some very passive tourism. We went to the zoo for a day which was fabulous. And the orchid gardens. And that was it. The rest was just stumbling about gobbling. And swimming.
We had one particularly lovely lunch at a place in the gardens that we’d been before. I had a watermelon, olive, feta heirloom tomato salad to start. Mouse had beef carpaccio with truffle oil, “not as good as Dadda’s”;. Jack had gravalax. Then the kids both had perfect roast chicken with carrot puree and I had roasted baramundi in duck consomme. Mouse insisted I take a photo of her empty plate because ‘she NEVER eats everything.” Perfect service, not very expensive (compared to some crappy meals in China).