This truly amazing Singapore Tourist Guide by our friend Jillian Miller is a must to check out if you’re wondering what to do in Singapore.Â Itâ€™s packed full of ideas, is well researched, and gives a whole new insight into this vibrant city and its surroundings.
Make sure you click here https://www.jenreviews.com/best-things-singapore/Â to read her guide! Itâ€™s a great, comprehensive and informative article: essential reading for anyone visiting Singapore!
Singapore is the southern point of South Asia, and the closest part of this continent to Australia, hence its popularity as a stopover for long-haul flights from Europe. And Changi airport â€“ the gateway to China and India alike – is voted the best international airport by Wanderlust magazine readers, year after year after year.
Iâ€™ve been to Singapore a few times and yet had no idea how much more there was to see than my limited time allowed. So, I recommend spending more than the usual â€˜stopoverâ€™ few days, Â and using this Singapore Tourist Guide to create unforgettable experiences.
Why read the Singapore Tourist Guide?
You’ll be surprised at what Singapore has to offer, even if you think you know the place! Below are a few of the 100 ideas recommended by Jillian:
If trekkingâ€™s your favourite pastime, youâ€™ll be delighted to know that Singapore offers a gorgeous trail called the Marang, which leads into a forest walk with singing kingfishers! Or if you prefer a comfortable way to see the city, combined with some exhilaration, try the Sentosa cable car.
By contrast, to feed your spiritual side, you can see hundreds of different statues of Hindu gods on the faêž”ade of Sri Veeramakaliamman temple on the Jalan Besar road. Or the Kwam im Thong Hood Cho Chinese Buddhist temple, visited by thousands of devotees every week.
Jillianâ€™s guide refers to an impressive number of activities and sights in the rather quaint area called Tanjong Pagar. Â Over sixty, in fact! So, it seems that this is an unmissable part of the city – a mixture of old and new.
From a sampan ride to a laser show, Singapore has everything! And Jillian’s Singapore Tourist Guide will help you make the most of your stay.
Back in 1997, I didn’t have access to the Singapore Tourist Guide! Hereâ€™s an extract from my 1997 travel journal:
â€œAfter a month in India, Singapore is a welcome contrast. It is clean, unpolluted; the cars all run on unleaded petrol. I deposited my bags in the ultra-smart clean MTO, the Singaporean underground which looks like the set for a futuristic film. I found my way to Raffles Hotel, as Iâ€™d always wanted to drink a Singapore Sling in this renowned hotel. The Long Bar retains an ambience of gaiety, despite the fact that the whole hotel had been rebuilt, in the style of the original. The floor was covered in monkey nut shells, and rows of ceiling fans whirred above our heads as I settled into a wicker armchair to enjoy my famous cocktail.
I had no idea that the hotel houses a museum to the one-time grandeur of Singapore. It contains newspaper cuttings, old brown photographs of the rich and famous embarking or disembarking from famous ocean-going liners, and there are a few artefacts, too.Â A large marquee had been erected on the lawn, white linen cloth draped like curtains around pillars, and long tables were set for a feast, the glassware sparkling in the diffused sunlight.
The hotel is built round a central quadrangle, lined with cloister style arches, paved with red tiles and bordered by thick green foliage. It is very serene; much fun and happiness has found a home here, and the building itself seems proud of its heritage. All in all, it was a memorable visit, and with my spirits high, I went in search of the Hawkers’ stalls for lunch.
The stalls were set up in a small urban park. Each was laden with fresh fish and meat of every description. Round, blue plastic pedestal tables were arranged neatly, at which sat several groups of schoolgirls, all neatly dressed in the same dark blue uniform.
Tanks containing live crustacea, (which bubbled in the slightly murky water like specimens in a laboratory, occasionally stopping to glare with tiny, angry, beady eyes at the outside world), bordered almost every stall, as did soft drink vending machines. There were also live tanks of swirling, rushing waves as fish thrashed around in the confined spaces.
There was a coffee stand serving sweet delicacies, others offering salads made from leaves I didn’t recognise, but mostly, it was the wet fish stalls which will linger in my memory.â€
I canâ€™t enter a fish restaurant even today, some twenty years later, without thinking of those huge, silvery-grey, flapping fishtails! (Doesnâ€™t stop me eating them, thoughâ€¦.)