Day 246: Food Stall Breakfast — Goodbye Swish — Camp Kilo Sundowners — James’s Iconic Orioles Hat is Currently Lost!
At our dumpling and noodle lunch on Friday we asked Jeremy and Gail what we needed to see while in Singapore. They replied, “In Singapore it’s not what you see, it’s what you eat.”
We followed their lead in that lunch, again at the crab feast dinner last night and then again this morning for a locals’ breakfast.
We were up and out around 9am, headed to the food stalls in the public housing development on Sing Ming Road. Phil, Gail, JT and their kids were there.
Local residents and people from all over were lined up at one stall in particular: Aziz Restaurant, run by an Indian guy and his two sons.
Gail and her family have been regulars for years at this place. She wrote down our order on a little piece of paper and, skipping the line, slipped it to one of the guys behind the counter. We had super strong and tasty ice coffees, runny soft boiled eggs mixed up with a special soy sauce, marinated okra, chicken curry and their famous Indian crepes with curry sauce — some plain and some with egg. We also tried the chicken and rice from the stall next door. It was all really good — and as always, so interesting to have the locals’ experience.
Meanwhile, the kids were tranquillized by the muted, Chinese cartoons on the wall-mounted TV near our table.
We took a Grab with Phil back to his hotel, got a quick picture, said goodbyes and walked back to Treetops. Add Willa and James to the list of Sullivans who love Phil Swisher.
I took the kids to the pool for an hour while Margaret ran a few errands. We then all chilled in our room for a bit, blog writing, reading and paining. Willa took a nap.
We were back out around 5pm to meet Wolfy, Wei Hwa, their dog Oscar and some of their friends at Camp Kilo. It’s a cool outdoor patio with a couple bars and several food stalls selling Latin-influenced small plates like ceviche, chicken tacos, etc.
The crowd was heavily ex-pat — from 20-something singles to families with kids spinning hula hoops in the makeshift play area. Always fun to hang with Wolfy, and Oscar lived up to the super high expectations set by Willa and James over these last several days.
EMERGENCY ANNOUNCEMENT:
James’s iconic Orioles Hat is currently…lost.
We couldn’t find it this afternoon before heading to Camp Kilo. After looking through some pictures and video we expect that he left it in the Grab car that we took from breakfast back to Phil’s hotel. You’ll see he’s wearing it here in this video taken after breakfast just moments before we got in the Grab.
But he doesn’t have it in the picture we took with Phil just moments after we got out of the Grab.
The problem is that Phil ordered the Grab on his phone. And we didn’t realize the hat was lost until after Phil got on his 15-hour flight to San Francisco. So we’re waiting for Phil to land so we can try to track down the driver. It does not look good — and I’m legitimately sad.
We will keep you updated with any developments.
