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Signapore So we had reached our final destination in Asia and were preparing to say adios to Will and also gearing ourselves up for Australia. We were due to meet up with our good friends Samo and Grainne in Signapore but unfortunately they had to cancel there flights which left us sad! :( We arrived in Signapore and before we even left the airport we got talking to these 2 guys, Scotty and Peter from Dallas Texas. We spent our 2 days in Signapore with these guys and they were good craic. We booked into a nice hostel in Little India called Fragrance hostel. First difference we noticed between Signapore and Thailand was that nobody was hastling us to get in there taxi or buy there crappy hand made bracelets. The second thing we noticed was that Signapore was NOT cheap! We didnt know it yet but Signapore would prove to be a medium between Australia and Thailand to help ease us off the cheap prices in Thailand and prepare us for how rediculously expensive Australia was going to be in comparison!! On our first day Ruth, Will, Pete, Scotty and myself took a train into town and had a wonder around chinatown. Its strange, because Signapore is so small and so built up you forget its a country and not just a big city! Chinatown was pretty cool, we went into a local market and got lunch at one of the stall type restaurants there. Then we went for a walk up to clarke quay which was labelled the hot spot of the city for bars and nightlife! Seeing as we were with a couple of yanks and back in the hustle and bussle of a big city we thought it fitting to go to Hooters for some wings and a few drinks!! But at 10 dollars a beer we quickly remembered ourselves and our budget and got some cans and went back to the hostel. After a fair amount of cans in the hostel and a debate over how country music was ''awesome'' or ''shite'' we headed back into clarke quay. We got dropped off by the taxi man at the entrance to clarke quay which was a pedestrian zone similar to grafton street. We were just strolling through trying to get to grips with the place when out of nowhere i saw them - what was probably the best bar seats i had ever seen.....wheelchairs! The bar had some sort of disturbed hospital theme going on where the bar tables were operating tables, drinks were either served in plastic syringes or in a bag hanging from a metal frame (like a drip!) and of course the seats were wheelchairs!! I thought it was the greatest and the weirdest thing id ever seen! Sure enough we sat down and had a wheel about! There was a bunch of about 6 or 7 Aussie guys and girls there who were already on there 5th bucket of vodka flavoured syringes! We wheeled over and had a chat with them guys. One of them told me about there plan to burst out of the bar and make a dash for the big fountain at the end of the pedestrian zone! Our only hope was that the number of people in wheelchairs greatly out numbered the amount of staff on that night! We knew it wouldnt be easy because anytime we strayed more than a metre away from our table they were dragging us back - But the way i was looking at it was, if your bold or stupid enough to have your bar stools as wheelchairs you better expect a bit of mischief!! Will was showing off on his chair with his front wheels up trick which i could not do and Ruth was flying around the place laughing her head off (trying to pretend she felt guilty and that it was wrong - which it was - but she was loving it!!). Anyway when i explained what we were doing Will was never in doubt. So off we went a heard of about 11 wheelchairs bolting towards the exit and heading for the fountain! Dramatic version; Men were falling all around me, one wheelchair was rammed from the side - bodies thrown from there chairs. Behind me i could here the screams of captured comrads - but i couldnt turn around!! It was safety in numbers and survival of the fitest!! The fountain which shot up from the ground like exploding geysers was only metres away. I could hear the footsteps of the bar men getting closer and more hectic as i edged ever closer to the fountain! And then it hit me like a slap in the face - the wet jet of water coming up from the ground which signified my success!! i looked to my right to see the same expression of glee on one of the aussie blokes faces! We had made it. Seconds later we were grabbed from behind and wheeled back to the bar in shame but to a raptuous heroes welcome!!
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