After walking around downtown and shopping every level of the Plaza Singapura, David and I decided to grab some refreshment, cool off and relax. One of the times he conducted training in Singapore, it was at the Rendezvous Hotel.
It’s a beautiful hotel and in the middle of the courtyard is this cool, large, spinning marble ball.
When you look up, you see this.
When you look down, this.
Inside, we saw this.
But this was, by far, my favorite thing at the Rendezvous Hotel.
🙂
We arrived in Singapore around midnight and by the time we got settled into our hotel, it was close to 1 a.m. We slept. For 12 hours we slept. Anyone who knows David and I know that we never sleep like that.
We no longer needed to wonder about where we would snag breakfast as it was lunchtime. We headed out, taking our time, looking at what was around. All the while keeping an eye out for someplace to eat.
We ended up at the Plaza Singapura which is an enormous, 8 level shopping mall.
Plenty of choices here. But, being Rottmayers, where did we end up?
Yep, brats!
I got an original (sauerkraut and mustard) with a black pepper brat and David got an original with a beer brat. I don’t know if it’s because we were so hungry but that was the BEST brat I have ever eaten!
We then walked around the mall and looked at everything.
We saw some new conveyances.
And something for Vanessa.
And we took a good, long visit inside a store called Bread Talk.
Can someone please tell me why we didn’t buy anything there?
According to my internet research, a 747 can carry between 416 and 524 people. We were on a really full 747 on our way to Hong Kong. They asked, begged really, for six people to get off that flight and take a flight the following day due to weight restrictions.
So let’s take the lower number of 416 and remove the 6 who got off to fly another day. That leaves us at least 410 people.
41o people were served the following snack:
The noodles came just as you see them, without boiling water. The flight attendants came by, after these were passed out, to add the water.
I passed on this particular snack. I tried to make it at home once with actual boiling water and it just didn’t make the noodles soft. I couldn’t imagine that the water, by the time it got back to row 37, would be remotely hot enough to soften the noodles in the cup. And then, can you imagine eating this while on a plane?
There were 4 hours between the time we were served the first meal until we were served this snack. It probably took the flight attendants that entire amount of time to heat all the required water. I will say that this snack came with a perfectly delectable lemon cookie which I happily ate.
To sum up my airline math equation,
Chinese noodles x 410 = logistical ridiculosity. 🙂
While we were walking around we came to the Iluma Shopping Center We stopped in for some coffee and as we left, we noticed the Happy Cities display in front of the mall.
One tall, rectangular piece asked:
Ooooh a chance to write on the wall!
I wrote:
🙂
Do you remember those Pledge commercials with the glass box full of black cats? I was reminded of it when we were in the Hong Kong airport. They have, what amounts to, smoking boxes where people can go and smoke cigarettes.
They are glass, or plexiglass. In any case, you can see through the walls and there are tons of people inside smoking.
Not a place I would want to visit. We got downwind of a guy who walked out of one of the boxes and it was like he was walking in a smoke cloud. I felt bad for the person who would have to sit next to him on a plane for any length of time.
We arrived in Singapore and checked into the Victoria Hotel. The hotel was pre-arranged for us by Telefocal. It’s in a nice location and, despite the lady of the evening that was sitting in the lobby when we arrived, was quite clean.
We went up to our room on the fourth floor. The hallway was air conditioned and smelled clean. And then, David opened the door to the smallest hotel room I have ever seen!
We weren’t quite sure what to do with our luggage and some of it ended up in front of the door to the room. This was great for security purposes if a burglar decided to get in but no so much in case of a fire.
The a/c worked great. In fact, because the room was so small and the a/c was so good it could have frozen an Eskimo. I slept fully clothed, hoodie over my head and tied tightly, extra blanket (doubled over), covers over my face and it was still cold.
David and I don’t dance much but sharing this hotel room was a lot like dancing slow. We moved really close to each other, making sure we didn’t step on each other’s toes.
I call this portion of our trip Two Large Rotts in a Small Singaporean Box. 🙂
Off to Malaysia tomorrow where I hope our room will be a little larger!
I read the book Muscogee Daughter on the plane to Singapore. It didn’t last the entire 15 hours! What a terrific book. 🙂
As the director of the Mrs. Oklahoma International pageant, I hear stories of courage and self-healing all the time from my titleholders. This story was just like that.
Susan Supernaw was Miss Oklahoma 1971. She came from a background of abuse and poverty to succeed in life as a cheerleader, presidential scholar and Miss Oklahoma. The story follows her journey through a rough childhood to the Miss America pageant. I particularly enjoyed reading about her Indian heritage and her spiritual awareness.
I first read a review of this book in the Oklahoman and knew I wanted to read it. It was as good as they said and I could not allow myself to sleep on the plane until it was finished.
If you like a story of personal achievement and strength of character, you will like this book and I highly recommend it!
Well, my attempt to make my own birthday cake did not end well. Because I’m a Libra and can’t make a decision, I conducted a survey.
Survey says:
Turtle Cake. Nom! But then, that’s what I thought of all of the final four choices.
So I began my birthday making the cake. I was having so much fun. In between steps, I was responding to the many birthday wishes on facebook and twitter. I mixed up that cake to the hard driving sounds of White Zombie.
Then my cell phone rang and it was my friend, Denise. I turned the music down and talked to her while I was stirring, continuously, the beginnings of the caramel. I was at a point where I had to go forward. There was no stopping.
It was sort of hard to talk and stir with the cellphone being so small. It doesn’t tuck under the chin like the bigger house phone does. And when it came time to add the cream, I just dumped it all in so that I could keep stirring and talking.
This may be where I made my fatal mistake. I’ve never made caramel before and, in retrospect, I think it might need a little more attention and a little less Metallica than I was giving it.
I ended up with a big rock. Kinda like a crack rock.
Although I’ve never seen a crack rock but I did taste the caramel that was liquid. Oh. My. Goodness. It was AMAZING! I wanted to suck it through a straw it was so good.
So I drowned it. Yep, I ran water in it until it was just a creamy memory.
I didn’t get any cake for my birthday but it’s not the end of the world. I’m sure I’ll snag a piece of cake somewhere really soon. And I’ll be sure to put a candle in it. 🙂
