After staying in Singapore for about 10 days, I got a good feel of the country but only a small taste of its culture. I was told that the country was so small that I could have seen all of it within 3 to 4 days. On top of its size, Singapore is a pretty new country; only 50 years since its expulsion from Malaysia. But Singapore being a fairly new country doesn’t take away from the fact that it has so much to offer.
I left the US with one small carryon luggage, a backpack, and a little more than $500SD, about $450 USD. I was to leave to Tokyo, where I would then take a plane to Singapore. The 13+ hour flight to Tokyo was (and probably will be) the worst flight of my life. I don’t know if it was because I was nervous or the fact that I was on a plane for more than 4 hours, but after the first six or seven hours I had a pounding headache that would not go away. Mind you, this WAS my first flight outside of the US. I’m not used to this, people! As soon as I landed in Japan, I had one thing on my mind: find Tylenol, stat. After walking around the whole airport, I found what I needed. My headache didn’t pass right away, but it did make the flight to Singapore more bearable. Long flights in Economy? Definitely not my thing.
It was 12:30 in the morning when I arrived in the Lion City. No Internet connection, no service, and no GPS. (I found out the next day that my phone contract included roaming international data with no charge which made communicating with my family much easier. Shoutout to TMobile!).
The first thing I did after meeting up with Krista at her dorm was walk to a closeby hawker stall and eat a siao pao for only $1. That was my first glimpse of how inexpensive food can be in Singapore. Cheap AND delicious.
My 23+ hour flight was over and I finally made it to Singapore.
I was ready to sleep. We got back to the non-airconditioned dorm room, laid on the twin size bed that Krista and I comfortably shared and slept for about 3 hours before waking up. I was either jet-lagged or extremely excited to finally experience a different country. Maybe it was both. Either way, I did it. 22 and finally left the comfy safebox of Texas. I finally traveled out of the U.S. with my own money. Happy would have been an understatement.