Today we ventured out to Little India.
We had a short detour at the start because The Navigator did not check where to go after exiting Jalan Basar MRT station. "It's just straight down this road, right?" Well... no. It was straight across the road. There is even a local map at every MRT station to stop people from getting lost.
Finally we made it and wandered through the narrow streets. We visited the local mosque - shoes and socks off and then put on the 'visitor' robes to cover shoulders and knees. We kept exploring the little lanes, nooks and crannies with everything crammed into any available space. The local metalworking school had their students hard at work and next door an elderly welder will whip up anything you want right there on the footpath.
In Little India every first doorway is a restaurant, every second door is a clothes shop, every third door is a jeweller. As we got closer to the Tekka Centre the streets got busier. The Navigatrix succumbed to the lure of the beautician and had her eyebrows threaded. Six bucks... and a free foot massage! It was $5 next door but no foot massage.
We stopped at the Tekka Centre for lunch. This is the Little India version of the Chinatown Food Complex we visited yesterday. Today we had Tandoori Chicken. Wow - this is more like it. The complex flavours of tumeric and garam masala made this dish tastier than yesterday. The dipping sauce was spicy but without a burn and the pickled vegetables helped take the heat out of the dish. The Navigator could still taste it on his lips half an hour later.
One wonders how the Michelin folk chose Hawker Chan out of the thousands of street food stalls in Singapore. What made him special? Did they check every one? We guess this just comes down to personal preference.
Things were going brilliantly until our table neighbour discovered a worm in their Chicken Biryani. The Navigatrix suggested it was just the type of worm one might find on vegetables - not a more nasty variety. Our neighbours thought otherwise. There was much discussion with the stall owner. "I give you new plate," he said. Our neighbours were not impressed. We left before there was a diplomatic incident.
Upstairs at the Tekka Centre is stall after stall of beautiful clothes and fabrics. "If only we an event to go to," lamented The Navigatrix. She did end up buying some clothes.
We made it home for a rest, before dinner downstairs in the food court (not up to the standard of Little India or Chinatown - and more expensive too!) and then walked to the track for the race. The security guard commented on the dress The Navigatrix had bought earlier. "Lovely Indian style," he said. "Lovely cool clothes for the climate," she replied.
Our stand for the race is on the exit of Turn 5, right next to the JW Marriott hotel and the Suntec Mall. This is one of the few overtaking spots on the circuit and we had a great time. We could even see across the track to watch the cars approaching at speed along Esplanade Drive. Even The Navigatrix enjoyed herself.
Email me directly and I will respond with insights from trackside. Then we will keep the post of description some (most?) readers might find boring.
Another busy day run and done.