And so we've arrived in Singapore.A place much vaunted for its cleanliness. ( chewing gum is prohibited, and rightly so).
And it is indeed very clean and well ordered. The Switzerland of the East, you might say. Only without the Alps etc. Obviously.
But wait:
There's a tradition in South East Asia to lump all the shops selling one type of product in the same street, thus you might get pet shop street, or shoe shop street. I've even seen coffin makers street...
It appears that our hotel here in Singapore (lovely interior, comfy bed) is, in fact, situated in (and there's no way to be delicate about this) brothel street.
Our hotel apart, every other building has the legendary red lighting and cast of semi-clad nymphettes outside. Some of them even have queues of customers....
Even the roadside hawkers ( usually selling nothing more offensive than a souvenir t-shirt ) are flogging Viagra and all manner of battery operated gizmos.
Plucky JB volunteered to go and investigate what was going on.
That was several hours ago now mates, and I'm afraid we must consider him lost, but hopefully not in action.....
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