When we arrived in balmy (and by balmy I mean stinking hot) Singapore on Friday night, The Journalist made lifelong friends of The Designer and I as she had gin (for me), beer (for him) and cheese ready and waiting. And it cannot go without mention that their is a sweet pool in the condo that The Banker and The Journalist live in. We were still in that pool at around 11pm. The next couple of days were thrilling and exciting and, well, hot.
The Designer and I swimming on top of the world at Marina Bay Sands.
The Designer, The Journalist and I suck down cocktails poolside at Marina Bay Sands.
Checking out Singapore from the Observation Deck at Marina Bay Sands.
Dumpling lunch at Din Tai Fung: life changing.
The Designer launches off on the flow rider at the Wave House on Siloso Beach, Sentosa Island.
Sometimes though, the crashes are, well, funnier.
Me, during the iFly indoor skydiving experience at Sentosa Island.
On Day Two, we also saw three little dogs wearing underwear. I repeat: underwear. Oh we laughed.