Carnies? Here? In Singapore?

We were walking through town the other day when I felt something that tingled all along the back of my neck. Yes, we'd come across some travelling Carnival folk, here in Singapore. We assured ourselves they were harmless (they were Belgian after all), but for a few minutes we though that the week-long crime-wave had made its way to Singapore, and that Singapore's reputation as crime-free had been taken as a challenge.

Happily, they were Belgian (no beer on offer, tho), and there were no dogs randomly tied up or cars burning. They were in town for the Chinese New Year Celebrations, and had freighted all of their rides from the low-lands of Belgium for our entertainment. In the end, it was kind of a shame that we missed the fair - some candy floss would have been very nice thank you very much, although perhaps the Belgian versions of fairs don't have candy-floss? Anyway, it marked pretty much the end of the Chinese New Year festivities for us here, with the last day last Sunday. We had dinner at home on Sunday, and then steamboat (see post a few weeks ago for more on steamboat), so that's the celebrations over and done with for another year.

Finally, we watched the football on Saturday night at an open air bar area, full of Man Utd fans. This was the first time I'd watched football in Singapore with such a big crowd (perhaps 200-300 people), and I had no idea that people would cheer and boo so loudly, it was rather fun. Until the 90th minute. I was a little under the weather all evening (I have had flu since Thursday), and I couldn’t really cheer, or boo for that matter. Well, only a little cheer, when Paul Scholes tried to punch Alonso. I’m still smiling at that one…

On a happier note, we watched the football this morning as well, through to the last 8 and more glorious days thanks to Rafa.

Adios.