This was the 2nd post (Day 2) of an entire year-long series, which I named ‘Project 365′. The idea was simple enough: travel for a full year and document every day of it, in the form of a daily picture and poem. I am still working on a book of this year-long travel, but till then, enjoy all the posts here. You can check out the daily posts in the details below or jump to the final day of the project by clicking here.
3rd July 2014 – Singapore (Day 2)
I charged windmills, and leapt on window stills. Mad like a mating hare, soaked in the July heat. To visit a little bit of Holland in Singapore, On my last day too, that was no small feat.
I spent the whole day today packing, unpacking, and then packing again.
My flight to Sydney was tomorrow, and I needed to plan countless details and do countless things. In the middle of all that, I packed all the junk that I didn’t want. And ended up removing them all out of my 65L backpack. And then added them again. And this cycle went on for quite a while.
Around noon, a couple of good friends wanted to meet me up for lunch, as if the amount of alcohol at the farewell last night at Zsofis was not enough. And we were supposed to meet up in Holland village. Ahh, who would have thought of naming a village after the Oranje, in Singapore! Funny that despite living here for 2 years, I caught this nice little food paradise on my last day here.
But here is the kicker. If you thought Holland Village was named after the country of windmills and Ruud Van Nistelrooy, you are so darn wrong. Holland village is actually named after one of the earliest residents here. Hugh Holland was an actor and architect, who gave his name to Holland road. His name continued to be referenced in Holland drive and Holland avenue, and eventually, in holland drive. So no, it is not named because you can get high here or go charging windmills, ala don quixote.
Holland village – or as the cool kids call it, Holland V – is Singapore’s Bohemian spot. Tucked away between Bukit Timah and Queenstown in Central Singapore, Holland V has a reputation of being an expat neighbourhood. So here I was, with me and 2 other expat friends, living up to the reputation of the area, looking a place to grab a bite. It also doesn’t hurt now, that Holland V has its own MRT station.
Somebody did decide to cash in on the ‘Holland connection’, because the first thing that you see in Holland Village, is the Holland V shopping mall and its prominent windmill. But after walking around all that was fake Dutch, we finally settled into a place called ‘Three crowns – booze and grub’ (yep, thats the name).
From that point on, we were more Dutch than Singapore. At least when it came to beers.