Hope your half term weekend has started as well as ours. After a cheeky lie in, it was only right that we made the most of the morning sun on our favourite secluded roof top terrace. Hello morning swim, and yes, Miss Davids caught up with her reading. Meanwhile, Mr Jones braved the heat of the glass walled gym with a morning workout. Gold stars all round.
We couldn't just bathe in the sun all day though could we, we had a city to see.
First destination: Little India.
Tour guides: Diva and Regina
After the hard morning in the sun, it was time to try the traditional coconut drink.
We shopped until we couldn't shop anymore, when totally out of character and whilst being egged on by the entire party, Miss Davids braved it with a Henna Tattoo.
All this excitement meant only one thing, it was time to face India's hottest curry. 
We searched for a knife and fork, we searched for chopsticks. But no. It was hands only, good job our manicures weren't booked in until Monday. We loved eating with our hands, and think it may catch on in the dinner hall. Mrs Boothroyd will love the mess.
Second Destination: Arab Street
Tour Guides: Rai and Roodie
No sooner had we swallowed the last of the naan, but Rai and Roodie arrived to whisk us off to Arabia. Rai and her husband took us to the Mosque, where we had to slip into our floor length robes and out of the flip flops. (It's respectful to cover your shoulders)
Then, more shopping, where we found a great little toy shop, Mr Jones even treated us all to a rendition of his favourite Oasis song (which Mr Evans' son taught him).
Third Destination: China Town
Tour Guide: Daphne
Daphne soon found us as we were soaking up the local culture in a traditional little cafe named, Star-bucks...the muffins were delightful.
After our first experience on the MRT (Singapores underground tube), we found ourselves in China town where we dashed through the streets, only to find we were heading for another meal!
Daphne wanted us to experience a traditional Chinese meal called Dim Sun. Unfortunately by this time we were feeling just a little full, however Mr Jones powered through and polished off as much as he could.
Waddling from the meal, we headed around the markets in China Town where a few more gifts were bought. We had a brilliant idea, we headed for a traditional Chinese massage. How relaxing, we thought. Just what would be the perfect end to the day, we thought.
But no. 40 horrendous minutes later, Miss Davids emerged with bruises and Mr Jones would have rather played a Rugby Game on a concrete pitch. Tears streamed down our faces as we hobbled and waddled back to the hotel.
Licking our wounds, we decided to head out into Clarke Quay and take advantage of the beautiful evening skyline next to the river.
Such a refreshing evening, we particularly enjoyed looking at the boats.
After our action packed Saturday, Sunday can only be described as minimal, but well needed. However we did meet a lovely lady called 'Nan' from England who reminded us of home comforts, especially a nice Sunday roast.
Singing off now as we have lots of networking to do in the morning. Bye!
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