When we last came to Singapore a couple of years ago we were archetypal backpackers; scruffy, broke and happy to do stuff that wouldn’t eat into our budget, like sightseeing and visiting a museum or two.
This time, we decide to do things with a bit more panache.
The posh clobber we wore for the Hoad’s wedding is still lurking in the bottom of our bags, so we give it a shake, run an iron over it and head for the Raffles Hotel.
It’s only the Abramovich’s of this world who can actually afford to stay at Raffles, but as long as you’re not dressed in shorts and sandals, or Welsh, they’re happy to let you into the bar for a Singapore Sling.
And what a bar it is. The attention to detail is stunning; rich teak paneling on the walls, exquisite tiling on the floors and as for the ceiling fans…
Bloody hell, how tedious is it when people start talking about ceiling fans?
Anyway, you get the picture, it’s a classy joint, and a gorgeous place to sink a couple of Dry Martinis (the Singapore Slings were rubbish).
Continuing with the colonial theme for the evening, we hail a rickshaw to take us to our next watering hole - the less elegant but even swankier Equinox bar that sits at the top of Singapore’s tallest skyscraper.
At 71 floors above street level, the only thing more astronomical than the views are the drinks, so we only stay for a quickie before reverting to backpacker mode and heading for a £3 all you can eat curry back where we’re staying.
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