Day 7

After yesterday’s kaya toast, we had to have another go at it. The rumour was that Maccas served it. We found out last night we had a Maccas very close by so this morning that was were we headed. In the end the rumour was just that, a rumour. But to our delight Delifrance sold kaya baguettes right next door. Beautiful fresh bread smothered with the green, yes green kaya butter. Absolute heavenly.

On to the Malay Quarter via the MRT. We stumbled though some markets that were not so lively and some how found the wet markets Zuz had wanted to see. Wet markets are a fresh food Bazaar. You can get any type of fruit/veg/meat or seafood here. Now we knew where everyone was. Sunday was supposed to be the busiest day and guess what day it was. It was bustling with people, all locals so our cover was blown straight away. Narrow isles, a thousand people and a stroller. Not a good mix. But the people were amazing. We had 3 or 4 locals just come up and talk to us about the place. Offered us fruits to try and it was a wonderful experience. We were told that this place is to be redeveloped at years end. A shame to see such a cultural experience disappear. Seeing this was worth the trip to the Malay Quarter alone. Finally tried some Durian. No-where near as smelly as what we experienced back home. It was quite yummy.

We left the wet markets much richer for the experience and just walked around the rest of the area to soak up the sights and the way of life in the area. Talking of soaking the skies had come over very dark and the thunderstorms had rolled in. Even though we were not locals, we knew what was about to happen. Back to the MRT and on to the hotel and as we arrived down she came. We decided to go lunch in the hotel buffet that was very nice and more eastern than the breakfast. Although, we did pass on the durian moose. Smelling it was enough for me. Back upstairs and as it had been a busy week, Ryan crashed out and I was not far behind him. It continued to rain as we slept for a couple of hours.

Marketa and Jirka turned up to go to dinner. But where? The force was employed and we jumped on the MRT to Clark Quay on the river. The force was strong in this one as we landed in an area with a bevy of restaurants to choose from. The Indian place got the nod and I enjoyed yet another curry. Ryan was walking up and down the river holding one of my hands and waving with the other making more friends. We walked along the river all the way back towards the theatres in the city. It was a nice walk in the drizzle stopping to get the odd photo. Past the parliament building and Raffles landing place before heading for the MRT and the hotel.

Zuz had developed an ear infection so she needed to see a doctor. The hotel concierge said you best bet was to duck up to the hospital 3 minutes away by taxi. In all Zuz was seen, diagnosed, given her medication and arrived back at the hotel in an hour. Now that was service.