The green city with lost soul.
Captains Log Day 3 – 12/09/16 1:24 AM. Jetstar
Wednesday night, a vibration on the captain’s telecommunication device – a carrier pigeon message from the co-captain. It appears that his partner in crime has found himself across the Java sea at the entrepreneurial hub – Singapore. A skype call, laughs, a few drinks later, it was decided that the captain was to be off for another adventure.
Leaving on Friday early morning, the plan was to spend the weekend in the city and fly back on Monday, heading straight back to our allocated job ranks. This was going to be an eventful quest.
It was not long before “eventful” kicked in, from being upgraded to premium economy, having 3 seats to lay on followed by torrential weather involving an emergency landing, a missed connecting flight and 2 people projectile vomiting on the plane.
Landing late the captain had to make up time, a litre bottle of Grey Goose in hand, the captain quickly checked into the hotel and was soon united with the co-captain. A dance of rejoicement commenced on a tower over looking the iconic and stunning Marina Bay Sands, a beer paddle and a series of cocktails were sacrificed. It was not long before our American/ Australian Paratrooper joined the combatants, kicking off her campaign with a series of tequila shots.
Departing the tower of terror, the combatant started a battle with the taxi driver who managed to take them on a tour of the island, finally disembarking at our hotel. It was time to get ready and kick of the night time festivities. The process of getting ready involved a Grey colour goose, a phantom drone and elephant masks.
The Co-Captain was peaking, he was peaking so hard that he didn’t realise the multiple time he had lost gunfights with the ground and was bleeding from his shirt. The night continued as we walked towards the club “Space” – the co-captain tried to enter without realising he was in the wrong line, with great warning from the bouncer regarding the state of the co-captain we were allowed in to the club.
Hoping that the vodka redbull would give us wings the drinks continued, no wings. We left the club not long after, stumbling out. In a blur of memories the captain and co-captain had a slight argument, in which the captain got punched in the face by the co-captain. At this point the Captain Stormed off – walking away with the paratrooper, only to turn around to see that the co-captain was now missing. Walking along the street we called out his name – only to hear silence in return. Finally we turned the corner to find the co-captain in a temple, on his knees crying and praying to whichever godly figure was in front of him.
With great effort the captain commenced a recon mission to extract him from the temple, he was cheered on by the temple priests who were confused and disoriented as to why such a manic person had made an appearance in the house of god. Concurrently the Paratrooper had called an uber to allow us swiftly leave the scene. The insistence continued for 20 minutes until finally the co-captain had left the compounds only to face plant to a bunch of ceramic pot plants next to the uber. Fall number 4.
With the help of the driver we got the co-captain into the car and sped away to McDonalds, to get some sustenance. Here there was a metamorphosis as the co-captain transformed into a child and refused to eat. The captain tried many time to force feed him, only to have nuggets spat out on his face. He then picked up the Burger, deconstructed it and then projectile vomited in it. The following scene was a blur of trying to clean vomit and distract other customers of the on goings. We extracted the captain and carried him home. The night was rough. That room will never be the same again.
The Next day started with a full recap of the previous night’s escapades over Venezuelan corn filled food – Carb loaded the battalion were ready for our next mission, to get another notch off our music pilgrimage. Ultra-Music Festival Singapore.
Tomorrowland as our benchmark, we were soon disappointed by the organisation of the festival. The hour long lines, inflated prices and the Mud… Oh the MUD! The acts were amazing, having seen W&W, Alesso, Afrojack, DJ Snake and the god amongst EDM Deadmau5. The night was awesome, the backdrop and music lifted our moods and intoxicated by the sound we danced. Danced Hard. Stepcounters hitting 41,000 and deadmau5 finishing his set. UMF Singapore was over and our legs were now the consistency of Jelly. We walked to the dodgiest looking Chinese place still open at 1 am and devoured some very tasty Asian food and crawled back to our rooms for a night of washing muddy shoes.
The last day in Singapore was spent in recovery mode, our legs finally understanding the concept of gravity and learning to fight it as they defined movement. After a swim in the hotel pool, we fare welled the Paratrooper as she continued forward in her journey onwards. The captain went and had a quick lunch with a friend, followed by some dumplings with the co-captain. After some family time we headed to the airport. A fight with the duty free officers and we set to depart the country saying goodbye to a fun, clean city and concluding our short but epic adventure, prepping ourselves to walk into work as we began the week. Surviving another voyage, the captain signs off
