The Wonders!

I guess I’m really bored sick, so I came up with the idea of exploring the places I had been to less often on foot and alone. So immediately what came to my mind was the Bencoolen, Little India area. So I was all gung ho and packed up and went down to Bugis Junction first to have my lunch. There after I proceeded through this route:

From Bugis Junction to Bugis Village, to Albert Street, to Bencoolen Street, down to Sunshine Plaza, back up to Wilkie road, to Mackenzie Road, went to Sheares, down Serangoon Road, past Tekka Mall( where it started to storm), down into Syed Alwi road, crossing Mustafa Centre, up Verdun Road (because the rest of Syed Alwi Road was flooded so could not cross), to Kitchener Road, into Tyrwhitt Road, past Allenby Road, crossing King George’s avenue, into French Road, hitting Kallang Road, past the ICA Building, past Crawford Centre up to Beach Road army market, got harrased by shop keepers, left in a hurry down Beach Road past Jalan Sultan, Sultan Gate, Bussorah Street, Arab street, Haji lane, Tan Quee Lan Street, Liang Seah street, Middle Road, Purvis Street, Seah Street, and back into Starbucks at City Hall all wet and freezing. so I got hot chocolate.

This was what I noted down in my iphone first. Yeah so i went all around exploring the area, looking at new sights and sounds. I nearly went into the Hindu temple, but I just stood outside to see while they were conducting some sermons I believe. Then it started to rain heavily and I could only walk in the five foot ways where I squeezed in with like minded people who sought shelter too. Occasionally I got harassed by massage palour owners to come in for those 22 dollar massages, which made me walk even faster. I carried on the journey through these paths and got soaked further and further as I crossed the un-sheltered lanes that ran perpendicular to these five foot ways. The atmosphere at Mustafa centre was booming as I noticed hoards of people depositing their bags before entering into the building. I noticed all sorts of people hung out in that area. The usual suspects were the Indians, foreign workers probably. Chinese Nationals, Bangladeshis, Filipinos, Africans, and our locals. The only way you could tell they were locals is probably by the way they spoke. I got stucked in this area for a while as I could not cross the road. The rain had caused the road ahead to be flooded up to the ankles. So I had to make my way around it to get back on path. I walked past lots of old shop houses, permeating with nostalgia. It was almost like I was in another country, the old tyre shops, the spice factories, Indian fortune tellers and run down coffee shops selling great smelling mutton soup and fried oyster cakes.

By the time I made it back to Raffles City, I was soaking wet and cold as hell. Nevertheless, happy with a sense of accomplishment to see the unique sights of Singapore, apart from the usual Orchard or city areas.