After our hearty conversations during our “last supper” courtesy of my friend, the Engineer-Model, we headed out of Glutton’s Square for a walk. Right beside Glutton’s Square, already is a view of the Marina Bay Sands, which according to Wikipedia is “billed as the world’s most expensive standalone casino.” It looks like a submarine supported by three towering buildings. It is uniquely beautiful and demanding of attention and some photo ops with it as the background.
It was the last night of the conference. The conference had ended late (930-ish pm) and we had gotten lost a bit on our way to our destination. It was also my last night in Singapore. My friends were more determined than me, to make the most out of my stay in SG, sightseeing-wise. (Because as far as I’m concerned, I was there really, for the conference and for a glimpse of their precious faces.)
The Singapore Flyer was already closed for the night.
And although we weren’t expecting it, we were a long way off from the point where we would all finally decide to head home.
But before we left the lovely view of the Marina Bay Sands and the Marina Bay Skyline, we had photo ops to grace the location. Here’s one shot:
My friend the Programmer and my prayer partner, the Princess.
The rest of the night was a walking spree. It was the best tour for a tourist with no money. We passed by friends hanging out by the bayside, youths rehearsing some ballroom-cum-modern-dance number, lovers, and foreigners all dolled up heading to the night clubs.
It was funny that we did not have any clear direction. But as we went farther and farther, mesmerized by the breeze, until we seemed to have circled half the bay’s circumference, we realized that we should begin looking for the bus station for the night rider, the only cheap public transportation available at that hour of the day. It was 3:30 am.
The Night Rider’s last trip departs at 4am. On with the walk.
I think, all of us fell asleep on the bus. Fortunately, we didn’t miss our stop. But the bus didn’t take us home. We had to take a cab. By this time, we were already hungry but finding a store seemed impossible. The streets of Singapore on that side of the town felt unconquerable by feet. We had no car. We parted ways by the roadside when the first cab came.
The following day, we realized that when we left Glutton’s Square, we should have walked the other way for a stopover — a fabulous trip inside the Marina Bay Sands, where some of our conference companions saw Bill Johnson, our favorite conference speaker.
But what can I say? Although one of our companions had been living in SG for two years already, we were all in a way, very much like tourists.
But honestly, I didn’t really care. I was happy to be walking with friends, past midnight, not a single care in the world. One of the many things that made Singapore, for me a place to be missed.