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Singapore: La maldición de Brugal / The Brugal curse

2 September 2006 9:25 AM | In Nightlife, Singapore, Travel |

Saturday I wope up a little wasted after the wild night, I head to my bag in order to get some clothes and then it happened, one of my three very valuable rum bottles which had travelled from Copenhagen fell in the floor, kinda of slow motion, it was not even in a high position but on the floor. I dont understad how it could get broke, I can believe it survived to a very long trip with connection included just to get broke like this later on. What a mess!! They say breaking a mirror is seven years bad luck, for me, breaking a Brugal was nearly a week. From this moment nothing went right. And the situation was promising at that point, that night we drunk one of the survivors bottles and went to another house where we were gonna meet some Paul´s friends. Very singapurean night, it was me sorrounded by asians, later on we were supposed to meet the ICEX guy in Singapur at Clark Quay, Saturday night, best day for going out in Singapore, but everything fucked up… First, we made one of Pauls friends become Flint, the first one made in Asia. After that, and following the normal sequence, we played the blowing cards game… and once again this innocent game fucked up the night. For those of you who dont know it, the game consist on blowing cards in a bottle, the one who blows the last card or blows all of them has to drink a shot. I am going to consider wether to use this game again. Paul ended up totally fucked up and their friends were not in a good condition either, terrible show of people puking. There was no way to move them to meet the ICEX guy so that was the very sad end of the night. Better forget about it…

Singaporean party…

Ben, the new flint

Playing cards..

Wasted…

Next morning I wake up realizing that the night before one of my fingers had got seriously burn, funny thing because I dont smoke. Anyway, that day I was supposed to by my new digital camera. It is quite a worry thing how I keep loosing cameras, it´s been two already, both cases occurred during these “confusing” nights I have from time to time. So I get this really cool Fujifilm camera with plenty of megapixels and the most sophisticated stuff at a really good price. I get into a taxi to go back home and when I get there… the fucking camera is missing!. Unbelievable but true, I was able to loose it in less than an hour, with no alcohol involved. I am still wondering why, I guess I forgot it in the taxi but honestely, I looked back before I got down. Due to my past experiences I was pretty paranoic about it, I remember Paul and me joking about this after I bought it. As you can imagine, loosing more than 200 euros, didnt improve my mood. We wasted a lot of time going back to the place to unsuccessfully look for the camera. It was not only the money but the frustration, the feeling that Murphy is arround you, everything likely to go wrong will go wrong and there is not situacion bad enough so it can not get worse.

The rest of the week in Singapore was not too special, Paul was still sick becuase of the Saturday night and every time we went out there wasnt any people arround, just very annoying indonesian hookers. Looking back now it is quite clear I should have travelled more arround, maybe a tip to Malasia which was more or less close by, too many days in Singapore where there are not so many things to visit. In fact there was a morning I get to the bus at 6, triying to catch the earliest bus going to Kuala Lumpur but of course it had ben cancelled and the next one was not departing until 10. I went home very pissed off.

Therefore, the only good thing about these days was the hospitality I received from Paul´s family (thanks a lot) and the gastronomic tour arround Singapore, I tasted many different asian dishes, very spicy ones as I like the food. The situation required a change and this change would be my lonely trip to the capital of Thailand: Bangkok.