Sunday we went to get some chili crab at Jumbo Seafood. This restaurant has a number of locations in Singapore, but we went to the one at the East Coast, with a pretty view of the ships all waiting out at sea.
The camera died, however, before we could take a photo of the view. Or of the food, unfortunately, but we did get a photo of the beer.
The chili crab was markedly not as good as the pepper crab. The sauce was very sweet, causing both of us to remark "spaghetti-ohs" at the same time.
The next day, while Dave was at work, I walked from our place to Clark Quay, about a 30 minute walk, but a VERY hot one. I had been missing walking this whole time, and forgotten why it is that people don't walk very far here. I arrived drenched in sweat and so wandered around a bit and tried to cool down before asking any institution to seat me. This is a view of Clark Quay from the middle of the river. It's on the left bank. It is essentially a large collection of bars and restaurants on the river. Very expat-oriented. A little ferry, on the bottom left, carries people from Clark Quay to Riverside Point, on the right bank.
These huge umbrellas assure outdoor seating when it rains.
Finally I cooled down enough to sit and have a beer by a fountain that was not half as cool as the one in Hong Kong. This one didn't change, just constant jets of water.
Across the way was a bar called Clinic, with wheelchairs for chairs and hospital dividers and beds for booths.
On Tuesday, we ate at Spize, an Indian-ish place by our home. Apparently it's THE place to be after the big dance club closes. Dave had mutton murtabak (they call it Indian pizza):
I had nasi goreng seafood pattaya (basically fried rice with seafood, inside an omelette)
On the walk home I finally took a picture of this sign that we see every day. It's an ad for a restaurant. It makes me laugh a lot. "And be Seduced!"
On Wednesday I met Dave for lunch. We usually meet up and eat at the food court in the mall by his office. These food courts are basically hawker centers inside malls. Much better than the Auntie Ann's we get in the states. We had amazing laksa.
In the mall I snagged a photo of the Beef Prosperity Burger promised by McDonalds.
And the sign in all the toilet stalls that reminds people to please not stand on the toilet seat. Most bathrooms let you choose between regular sitter toilets and squatters.
We went to dinner at Clark Quay that evening. This is the view across the river.
And wandered around at night. It's fairly disney-fied.
And today (Friday), I spent most of the day packing. By this afternoon I had a few hours, so I headed out to the pool for a last swim and some reading in the sun. It's been a great trip, but I'm ready to be back home. Too bad Dave can't come with me yet. He stays here another week. So I'll hand the camera off to him.
Where your hotel is built on the site of a historic WWII Japanese prison camp. "Why would we want to keep that? Prosperous countries don't have histories."
Where everything is clean....um....hey wait, am I back in New York? No, because in New York they wouldn't bother to have the garbage boom across the water.
And where the Char Kway Teow is good. Actually, it is amazing. It also must be the most unhealthy thing I have ever eaten that was not served at a fast-food chain. The particular version below consists of flat rice noodles, stir-fried in *lard* with dark soy sauce (which is not the same thing as soy sauce), chillis, cockles, egg, bean sprouts, green onions, Chinese sausage and fish cake. 
Crazy good! I washed it down with a sugar-cane-and-lime juice over ice. Burp!
