(This entry is part of the Coming 2016 side blog)
“Clearly you’ve never been to Singapore.”
That’s what captain Jack Sparrow answered to one of the guards, after he tore of Elisabeth’s corset with a knife to safe her from suffocating (Pirates of the Caribbean, the Curse of the Black Pearle).
“I would never have thought of that,” the guard said. To which Jack implied that, apparently, Singapore is a good place to learn how to disrobe women swift and with slightly violent manners. Now that I’ve got my flight booked, I’m not sure what to think of that… However, Singapore does, in my head, bring images of grim, long gone port hustlers, Chinese mafia and prostitutes. I should know better. I should know that these days, it’s more of a hyper modern, rather expensive haven of up-scale hotels and glitzy shopping malls.
But… secretly I’ve been quoting captain Jack Sparrow every time I amaze someone with a cunning trick that I master and they do not. Let it be clear: tearing of corsets isn’t one of them. But that doesn’t matter. “Clearly you’ve never been to Singapore” does a rather satisfying job in making one feel a little inferior, a little unknowing, a little less world savvy. “How did you manage to cook that risotto so on point?” – “Clearly you’ve never been to Singapore.” “Are you sure it’s a good idea to drink another glass of wine?” – “Clearly you’ve never been to Singapore.” “That’s a rather impressing yoga-pose.” – “Clearly you’ve never been to Singapore.” It makes no sense, and yet it makes all the sense in the world. Only problem was, that I’ve never actually been to Singapore myself… Soon, those days will be gone. I will leave them behind me and proclaim out loud, proud and rightfully so, that I am better than you because Singapore has made me wiser about all one needs to know. I will be a little Jack Sparrow in a world of cocky British guards and I will love it.
Now, I wouldn’t go as far as saying that Singapore ended up my travel list only because of this quote… but yeah. It kinda did. It kinda did a lot. Because of that, and the Marina Bay Sands.
One fine day I was scrolling Pinterest’s travel tab and up came a picture of a broad infinity pool, stories high above a metropolitan city, overlooking skyscrapers and a stunning sunset. “Wow,” I said, out loud. “I want to swim there!”
I usually don’t pay much for accommodation. Actually, I sleep in hostels all the time. Dormitory rooms for under 20 EUR. In Asia, way under 20 EUR. So the Marina Bay Sands Hotel – the bastards who own the pool and only allow hotel guests inside of it – is not just a little treat. It’s about to cost more than all my other lodgings on this month long trip COMBINED! It’s ridiculous. It’s hideously overpriced. It’s madness. And I’ve tried to tell myself that a dip in a pool surely isn’t worth such horrendous amounts of money, but I failed in convincing myself. Apparently, my brain isn’t going to compromise. It wants the pool, at all costs. So I’ll be going there. With my dirty backpack and my H&M clothes. Storing cheap convenience store snacks in the mini bar. Wading around in a worn out bikini. And I’ll be rocking that infinity pool like a pirate.
– “Who would ever spend so much on a hotel room?”
– “Clearly you’ve never been to Singapore.”
It’s gonna go down like a gem.
Previously in Coming 2016: So, what’s up?