First night we took him out to a very cheap and very ethnic local eatery where he got his first taste of Singaporean food. This particular place also sells Tiger beer 'tallies' for the same price as the supermarkets - a real draw card in a country where it's standard to pay $11 for a stubbie.
Next day Blake had a day of important meetings that he couldn't get out of so Braden and I headed out to:
1. Get a new camera (Blake's has finally died)
2. Visit Changi Prison - where Singaporean and Western (incl NZers and Aussies) were held captive by the Japanese in WW2, in appalling conditions.
We got the camera and then headed off to Changi. We arrived there, entered the reception area and went up to the desk to ask about tours. The lady looked confused and then asked whether we wanted to be at the modern prison or the historic war memorial prison. Our taxi driver wasn't a very bright man and took us to the modern prison (did we look like we had mates in prison?).
When we finally got to the right place, Changi was really interesting - Very sobering to see what people lived through but good to get some knowledge about this part of history.
That night we headed out on the town, starting with dinner at Brewwerkz - yes a huge restaurant that brews its own beers. The boys were drinking from 3.5 litre tanks with taps. We were joined by Matt Plowman and Megan and we ate, drank and made merry.
Around 11pm the boys decided that this was Blake's stag night and moved on to hit all the top bars and clubs in town. I headed home knowing things were about to get very messy.
Blake arrived home at around 5am the next day, very much the worse for wear and minus one Braden. Braden had got separated in the craziness of the club - where the boys had been 'dominating the dancefloor' (apparently).
We were a little worried about Braden the next day - given that he did not have our address or phone number, and we weren't sure he'd remember where we lived. The good news was that he was taken in by a kind lady at the club, who gave him bed and board for the evening. The bad news was that when he was finally able to function again the next day, he couldn't really remember where we lived.
Fortunately he had emailed blake's mobile # to himself, and checked his hotmail at his lady-friend's house before he left. He called blake and got instructions to the closest MRT (train station). He got that far but came out of the wrong exit, got disoriented and so got in another taxi and was taken across to the other side of the town, ending up way out east.
So he took another train ending up in Outram Park (not near us), and when he called Blake again got the address and took a taxi. He was very hungover and had the nightmare trip but arrived home safe and sound in the end.
Next day I had my 3.5 hour interview with writing exercise. I got the job, (Client Services Manager for a marketing company called Asia Pacific Connectionss - www.apconnections.com) and came home in high spirits to find the boys shuffling about feeling pretty green still.
Later on we went to a great local restaurant for 'chicken rice' and Sinaporean national dish that we wanted Braden to try. It was an early night for all after that, and just as well since we were to be married the next day.
On Sunday we got married (as you saw from the post below)!In the afternoon the boys had a splash about in the pool blake impressed everyone with his ungainly attempts at a somersault.
Ahhh, the pool!
We have lift off
Such grace, such style
Steeling against the shock waves
In the evening we headed out to a great Indonesian restaurant in Clarke Quay and had a delicious meal. Then it was home for Braden to pack and off he went Monday morning.
Was great to see him and we hope to have more visits from friends over the year!
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