I was much too young to have proper recollections of my first trip to another country; I was 6 years old when my family took a trip to Hong Kong, and as you can imagine, my memories of it are hazy. Except for the countless tubes of Pringles; a pink and beige Ocean Park hat, a stuffed orca, and a whale show; this floral, corduroy floral romper; that Buddha statue; a Jem & The Holograms 3D book that I got at Toys R Us (we didn’t have that in Manila in the early 90s); a wax museum; a man standing on cleavers; cable cars; how those spring rolls tasted; our hotel’s buttered chicken; and cheesy family tour souvenirs like these plates here.
No trip to Singapore would be complete without an exotic food trip. Fortunately, my beautiful friend and tour guide, Laureen, works there as a chef. As soon as I arrived, during one of my recent trips, she immediately — immediately! — took me to the Newton Hawker Center for a late dinner of fried rice, squid deep-fried in cereal flakes, grilled stingray smothered — and I mean smothered — in sambal (chili paste), and a Milo Dinosaur. Not the best combination for my sensitive stomach, but a festival in my mouth! Continue reading