This is the first picture I took in Singapore. The very first. Notice where the picture is taken? That's right, the middle of the road. The Muslim guy in all white is about to tell me to move because there is a car behind me. But the foot paths are poor, and the foot paths that do exist are covered in crap from the shops lining the road! Of course, I don't move quickly enough and the driver honks the horn. It's my fault, but in my defence everyone else is walking on the road and the cars are moving slowly. Anyway, the Asian guy on the bike was behind the car that honked me. The few milliseconds that he lost waiting for me to move must have conflicted with his busy schedule and so I was called stupid and spat at. What a dick.
So, not the best way to start my metrotrekking adventure around Singapore. But I pressed on, heading down Dunlop St to Serangoon Road.
As a kid my family took me to Singapore. What I remember was a really clean city: no chewing gum, no spitting etc. Little India is a bit more "colourful" than I expected and not the Singapore I remember. There is shit everywhere, people sell random useless crap, it smells, there a homeless people sleeping in random places, it is noisy and people spit. But despite all of this, I actually liked Little India. Why? It was different and I never felt unsafe. Sure an old Asian guy could spit at me and called me stupid, but I have been called much worse back home in Australia.
Little India was colourful in more positive ways. Luckily for me I was staying in Little India during Deepavali, a Hindu festival also called the "Festival of Lights". There were people out buying Deepavali merchandise and the streets were decorated in vibrant colours. Along Serangoon Road these decorations hung over the road, creating a dramatic effect as I walked along. The Deepavali decoration creators are very resourceful people, using the shiny side of CD/DVD's to increase the illumination of their creations.