Landed in Singapore just as the sky turned dusky purple. Within 15 minutes of wheels down, I was in a taxi. I don’t know who’s running ops at Changi Airport, but they deserve a medal. Efficient isn’t the word—it felt like teleportation.
Step outside, and bam—Singapore air hugs you like a warm, damp towel. The tropical warmth is soothing after spending the flight in A/C. Checked into the hotel, did the logical thing: straight into the pool to cool down. Big city skyline, balmy air, splash, sigh. Reset.
I wandered through the quiet, leafy streets to Maxwell Food Centre. The smells hit you first: charred meat, spicy broth, sizzling garlic. I pointed at something that looked tasty—Szechuan chicken chili. Mistake.. I took three bites, abandoned ship, and slammed down a giant cold Asahi like it was first aid. No regrets. Still one of the best meals I barely ate... If I only I could handle the heat.
Next day: a delicious business lunch in air-conditioned bliss—the kind where everything’s plated to perfection and the service glides. Conversations flowed as smoothly as the barley iced tea. There’s something about Singapore that makes business feel calm, focused, almost… elegant. Deals feel less like hustle, more like harmony.
Evening rolled in, and it was time for something a bit flash. Headed up to the rooftop bar at Marina Bay Sands for cocktails with a view that rivals 70 Pine NYC. Infinity pools, clinking glasses, and a city glowing gold beneath you. It’s the kind of moment that makes you feel tiny and limitless all at once.
A quick note on the vibe here: Singapore is green, clean, and peaceful. There’s a kind of unspoken code—no hawking, no squishing, no shoving. Everyone moves with purpose but never rudely. It’s polite, safe, and quietly impressive. Like the whole country got together and agreed to just do things better.
24 hours wasn’t nearly enough. But that’s the thing about Singapore—it’s the kind of place that sticks with you.
Can’t wait to be back.
