That was the magical date from which my vacation in hot, sweaty, gorgeous Singapore finally began back in January.
The first place I beelined for, was of course, the Marina Bay. Well, across from it.
What a beauty.
I also got some love in Sentosa.
A big, lovely smile from a stingray.
And some actual loving, from two more amazingly-patterned stings.
I did end up making it across to the other side, onto Marine Bay and spent a warm, leisurely evening stroll through the Gardens By Marine Bay. All the flowers and assorted greenery I drank in at its Cloud Forest will be in another post, coming up shortly.
It was the day I scaled to the top of the top. The all-mighty, all-infinite, infinity pool.
I’ve always dreamed of going up there, living the rich life, even if it were only for one night. It was more magical and fantastic than I ever imagined. I was the king of the world (to borrow from Titanic).
It was a great kickoff to four days of splendid well-deserved, much-waited-for vacation. And I savoured every last minute of it.
The room was rather small, but very elegantly put together. The balcony was just as big as the entire room. I didn’t really understand what all that open-space was for. It’s not like anyone would barbecue on the 40th floor. But it did hold a panoramic sweep of the Gardens by the Bay and beyond.
Here was one of the other spectacular eye-candy I got to have from my hotel room in Tower 3.
Very-London-esque, if I do say so myself. Foreshadowing? Perhaps.
It was a wonderful life, even if I only got to live it for one night.
These are just some of the highlights from my trip. Those days of shorts and sleeveless tops seems like such a long time ago, especially since I am back in unforgivingly smoggy and shivering Beijing winter again.
Next up, some colourful flowers to reign in the Spring.