Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Travelling by yourself can be a total blast. No one to answer to, you are free to wander around, eat, shop, swim, sunbathe and sightsee at your leisure. You can spend your days exactly how you choose. If that should be wandering around Hawker Centres sampling local delicacies whilst singing along to Dexy's Midnight Runners on your iPod (guilty), then that's fine - there are no witnesses to embarrass you with this information at a later date. Go wild.

Exploring your holiday playground by night, however, can be a far scarier prospect solo. Which is why I would encourage you to find yourself a local to play tour-guide. Try and find someone with good knowledge of your location, who is also funny and charming... And if you happen to think they're attractive, then that's four for you. You go, Glen Coco.

It's a pretty foolproof plan. If you have a good time, then there's a new pen pal/friend/holiday romance on the cards for you. If not, at least you saw some new places, and it is very, very unlikely that you'll have to see each other again.

This is Ben, my source of Singapore-nightlife wisdom. He took me to Bar Stories, a little cocktail bar with a twist on Haji Lane. 

Bar Stories has no drinks menu - instead, you'll chat with mixologists about your favourite flavours and drinks preferences, and they'll shake you up some beautifully presented bespoke cocktails. Our mixologist, Roger, got all the information he needed out of me and proceeded to work his magic, under the instructions "I love tropical fruits, and basically all sweet things, and please no gin because it makes me cry."

Try your best to get a seat at the bar, the showmanship of the mixologists provides your entertainment for the evening, and they're all hilarious fun (if a little alarming with their blowtorches). 

Our palettes were titillated all evening with various mind-boggling concoctions and complimentary shooters. My highlights were a passionfruit cocktail (which arrived bearing a flaming lime - for the aroma, obviously) and a red-grape and chocolate potion that, to my immense relief, was not on fire. 

As Ben and I looked like we were preparing to make a move, we were stopped by Roger and pals.

"But you haven't had dessert yet! Let us make you something to share!"

Now, if you've been reading my blog for any time at all, you'll know that I'm not the kind of girl who's going to turn down dessert. Ever.

I got a little bit carried away when asked if I'd prefer chocolate, caramel, or banana, and answered "yes please! All of those things."

The mixologists rose magnificently to the challenge, and that's how this bad-boy was made.

Yes, that is a cocktail. And also, somehow, a dessert.

Unfortunately, I remembered that I'd agree to share with Ben. Bugger. It did prove to be the perfect dessert, and end to our evening.

If you ever find yourself in Singapore, I'd definitely recommend Bar Stories for a fun and one-of-a-kind evening. And ask for Roger, he's the business.



Friday, 12 April 2013


Hair's a funny one, isn't it? I definitely have an odd relationship with mine. Most times it's just there, on my head, and we just live and let live. Sometimes it seems that I will never find luck, love, or happiness again until I regrow the long, wavy tresses I possessed as a teenager...

And sometimes, I just get a bit bored, and do something a bit silly.

This is one of those times.

A few days ago, in Singapore, I was feeling a bit restless, so I paid a visit to my (slightly mad) hairdresser here in Singapore, who I've had a long-distance hair relationship with since the age of eight, when he gave me my first bob.

This is how it went down:

Hairdresser 1: What would you like?

Me: Surprise me. I don't really mind, but basically I'd really like it if you could make me look like a My Little Pony.

2 Hours Later

Me: It's... Well, it's not very My Little Pony at all, is it really?

Hairdresser 1: It's cool! You look K-Pop!

Hairdresser 2 (in Chinese, to Hairdresser 1): She looks like her hair is on fire.

Now I appreciate that giving free reign over my barnet to a man who wears a (terrible) mullet wig as a serious fashion statement was maybe a little too fast and loose, and that my brief was probably a little too vague. However, a copper dip-dye really isn't what I was going for. At all. I was hoping to look like Rainbow Dash, or at the very least Twilight Sparkle.

However, I know how I'd like to rectify the situation...

I would like a LILAC dip-dye. Preferably a DIY job, as I'm a little bit strapped for pennies. However, I have no idea how to go about doing this. So if you have any idea, be a doll and let me know, could you please? Alternative suggestions are always welcome. 

And it's only a dip-dye, so if it goes catastrophically badly, I can always chop it off. It'll only put me about six months back in Operation Perfect Hair.

Any hairror (see what I did there?) stories you'd like to share?



Wednesday, 10 April 2013

When we were asked if we wanted to hug a koala bear whilst in Sydney, I unknowingly emitted a high-pitched squeeeeeee! My brothers rolled their eyes at each other, in the knowledge that there was nothing to be done - they were going to have to accompany me to Featherdale Wildlife Park.

Getting up close and personal with the koalas was amazing...

... Although this one didn't look too impressed when I tried to share his lunch!

We also met some very charming kookaburras sitting on what may or may not have been an old gum tree...

My favourite thing about Featherdale is that, for one dollar, you can buy an ice cream cone full of kangaroo and wallaby food. The little critters are so tame and will hop on up to you and eat from your hand.

It took some serious convincing for me to not try and smuggle this little guy out with me. We formed quite the bond, you know.

Despite my brothers' gripings, they were just as excited as I was about all the animals, once we'd arrived.  They're a big bunch of softies, really!

This is Big Bro with a kangaroo...

And Little Bro with a sleepy koala.

Admittedly, Middle Brother is a little less sentimental than the rest of us, and got a bit cross when a wallaby stole his whole ice cream cone!

Thievery aside, though, Featherdale is an amazing day out. The park is so full of happy, well-cared-for animals, and their conservation efforts are to be applauded. It's about an hour's journey from central Sydney, so bring a good book, but thoroughly worth the journey in my humble opinion!

I'm now back in Singapore, with lots to tell you! I'm going to try and update more regularly, but you can always follow me on Instagram for a more up-to-date telling of events. A picture is worth a thousand words, after all!

So, do you have any recommendations for me while I'm in Singapore?

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