Saturday, January 4 Coffee Search

I learned that in Singapore, all vehicles have to be imported at a fee of 100% or more.  Also, before you buy a car, you have to submit your name into a lottery to buy a 'permit' to have a car.  Every month they draw names for the number of permits that equals the number of cars taken off the road.  A permit is good for only 10 years.  Then you have to reapply. Ergo, there are no cars older than 10 years on the road.

Singapore is the second- largest exported of used cars, after Japan.


Along the way, we saw this machine that dispenses automatic, freshly squeezed orange juice for $2.

We didn't think to ask for extra coffee from our chamber maid, so we went out looking for some.  Nothing was open at 9:30 except one place playing awful music, and also a little smelly.  There may be no litter on the streets, but there are pungent smells here and there.  So I'm ashamed to say we had coffee at McDonald's, but on the plus side, they had free refills!  But no toilet.

Back at our hotel, we saw the chambermaid and got a handful of extra coffee and creamer for tomorrow morning.


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