2nd August 2014 – Singapore
The smell of succulent fried wantons filled the airAnd the red lanterns stood arrogant, and looked down.Among the bigots, the drunks, the pimps and the whores,The artist remains largely unnoticed, in Chinatown.
A sleepy saturday for most of the part, I pretty much woke up only around 4 PM. Victoria, my friend whose place I am crashing, ensured that I got enough rest, before we took off to a volleyball game at Sentosa beach. At the beach, we met up with another couch surfer named Alex, and asked her to join us for dinner at Chinatown.
One of the lesser known secrets in Chinatown, is the farm crocodile meat, which is sold at some of the open-air restaurants in the town. I’ve tried this before of course, but Alex hadn’t. So, we ordered some for her, and asked her to have it. With clenched teeth, she did.
Then, my eyes fell on the artist across the street.