They said it would never happen (nobody said it would never happen), but we’re finally here in Singapore.
The ‘killing time’ stint at Heathrow was long, but Rodney the Harrods bear looked after us and Boots was visited seven times for ‘last minute purchases’. Zara proved to be the surprise hit of Terminal 3 (seriously, factor in time to go cray there – duty free is almost ENTIRELY FREE, sort of) but we were determined not to be the English girls who got to their destination having spent all their money at the airport.
Blouse – Glamourous.
Clutch – Milly.
Sunglasses – Roberto Cavalli.
Rodney – Harrods.
There’s no point dicking about too long in the UK once you’ve done your teary goodbyes, Boots bonanzas and WHSmith three for twoing though.
So off we went.
The flight was a very easy 12.5 hours. Mainly easy because we had WORLD CLASS in flight entertainment…
And Primark’s finest eyewear so that everyone else on the flight thought we were either on a tragic hen party for two or day release.
We landed. We got our bags. I THINK WE ALL KNOW HOW TO GET OFF PLANES. We stepped outside and mused about how hot it is (it’s hot) blathered on about the heat some more (it’s very heaty, isn’t it?) then went to get our nails did. Natch.
Katie opted for an OPI shade which we were too scared to get the name of, I went all billy big bollocks and upgraded to Chanel for an extra $5. I have wanted to try Chanel’s Blue Rebel since it launched though so I didn’t feel too guilty about being so flash. The entire mani was only £12 anyway (if that was a rip off, please don’t tell me, yeh?) so not exactly cray.
Once our nails were did we considered going for a swim on our roof…
…then decided to go for an Indian instead. Ahem.
We walked a couple of minutes along the river to a place called Bar Bar Black Sheep. The pun won, basically.
Bar Bar Black Sheep seems to have mixed reviews now I’ve looked it up – and I’m worried my saying it was great is like an American tourist saying Garfunkels in Leicester Square is phenomenal – but we had a frikkin fantastic meal.
You could choose from three menus that were each operated by independent chefs inside the building. We went for curry because our pale skin didn’t scream NEWLY ARRIVED BRITONS quite enough…
We opted for a saag paneer dish and brinjal bhaji. It was genuinely one of the best curries we’ve ever had.
Who knew a tealight in a paperbag could look so dainty?
We then just mooched about being impressed by how many products in Singapore have cute things on them…
And now we’re back in the hotel to get some much needed rest before our eyes turn into full time sad tomatoes.
I can’t stress enough that our first REAL DAY in Singapore is tomorrow and this eve was more of a jetlagged fumble around nail polish and naan bread. Tomorrow is where the Singapore trip really begins. We’re scared about the daytime heat (it’s boiling even just sitting out at 10pm) but so unspeakably excited about our itinerary.
We’re starting by having a gad about the Central Business District, then having lunch at Maxwell Market, then exploring Haji Lane, then getting facials at Spa Esprit and THEN, when our faces our human enough (MAKE THE PLANE GERMS GO AWAY, SPA ESPRIT!), we’ll be getting a tour of the Beauty Emporium at Dempsey. This should be fun because this is where we’re hosting a blogger meet-up on Thursday.
And if that wasn’t enough exploring and beautifying for one day, we’ll be finishing the day with supper at House (former British military barracks nestled in the forest of Dempsey Hill – and now a mega trendy restaurant) and boozing at Tippling Club.
So yeah, sleep beckons!
Roll on Day 1 ‘proper’ with the Spa Esprit Group tomorrow xxx