Singapore

We have made our way through Malaysia as quick as possible spending the whole time in a train just to reach the mysterious island city of Singapore. It was not possible to miss a huge sign on the train station saying something like people smuggling drugs will be executed. It looks as if the people of Singapore are taking the matter serious however the  customs officer asked me only do I have sufficient money to do the shopping in Singapore, because in actual fact this city is built on trade and the key to it’s success is an international harbour.

My plan was to find a ship, which would take me straight to New Zealand. Unfortunately even though I have done everything that was in humane power I wasn’t successful. No one wanted to let me in to the harbour suspecting I might be some sort of terrorist. The harbour master was not very helpful either but on the Internet I have managed to find a ship going in the desired direction so I have written a letter to the German owner of the ship in his mother language, but he being paranoid as the rest of the world didn’t allow me to set a foot on the deck of his ship.

This failure doesn’t change the fact that Singapore is exciting and a unique place in it self. It is like an island of civilisation floating on the see of forgetfulness. The citizens of Singapore are a mixture of plenty of different nationalities and because of a some what wired rules like no chewing gums on the airport or durian (a fruit from Indonesia with a very intense smell) in the metro the city is clean and tidy. It was truly impressive and I had a feeling I could stay there for longer if not the fact, that the place was very expensive.

At last I had a chance to go to the gallery and because everybody are speaking English here (because of the British presence in the city or because it is the second language in the school) there was no problem with interpersonal communication.