Here are the last few things Libby and I did together before our big trip to Cambodia:
Little India
The wetmarket in Little India is spectacular. You can get anything and everything there, especially food-wise. The only problem is that you can't really tell what most of the stuff is:
There was only Indian food to be had for lunch, of course, and unfortunately this was the one food Libby insisted she couldn't stomach. After a long, hot walk around the neighborhood, we finally saw the universal sign of Western food: Ketchup.
Large basket of fries, please. After lunch, we followed a Little India walking tour I'd found in a book of the rest of the afternoon, but the temples were a bit over-hyped. This tiger was protecting the entrance of a Buddhist temple, but the pipe-cleaner whiskers sort of takes away from the ferociousness.
Chinatown
Since it was toward the end of Libby's stay with us, I though we'd skip the bus today and treat ourselves to a taxi ride instead. Libby was thrilled, it picked us up right at the front door, took you in an airconditioned car straight to Chinatown, and we didn't have to wait at a steamy bus stop or anything! "You mean we could have been doing this the whole time!?" she said. Yes, but the bus is so cheap, and you have to ride them to get the whole Singapore experience.
Cooking classes
I take regular cooking classes here, and Libby joined me for two of them. They both had Indian food menus (not exactly a hit - see Ketchup story above), but Libby managed not to starve. "It's not as bad as I thought it would be." Libby's highest compliment yet.
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