Laundry Day

Yes. I had to do laundry, because I packed light on this trip expecting to do a lot of shopping and I mean a lot. But lo and behold, I couldn’t find anything I liked. That didn’t mean I was a picky shopper, it was more like I couldn’t find my way around the malls. They are all interlocked in some way in the labyrinth of the MRT stations. I felt lucky to find any sort of directory. And once I did, I didn’t recognize most of the stores. So basically, I was wandering around hoping to see some cool new threads. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case and I found myself in the Chinatown doing laundry. But not all was lost. The Tanjong Pagar part of Chinatown, I hear there are four more areas, had some food shops. So during the wash cycle at a 24-hour-no-need-to-add-detergent laundromat, I ventured out for some food.

The area, as you could imagine, had more food toward Chinese tastes. After combing four block, twice, I finally found a place. It served bak kut teh, a pork rib soup, that’s on my list of things to eat. Glad to have found it in a small center of shops. This salvaged my uninteresting time after work.

Looking back at it, I think this day was mostly Chinese food influence. For lunch we went to have claypot chicken. Something totally on the Cantonese side. Rich hearty flavors helped me polish off two bowls of rice. Overkill for lunch to most people. Me, on the other hand, was exactly how I want to spend my afternoon, in food coma heaven.