Chinese New Year
We hopped a bus down to Chinatown tonight, just to soak in some of the Chinese New Year energy. Tomorrow is the first day of the year of the goat and it will be rung in with fireworks later tonight (for which I will be sound asleep) the culmination of several weeks of general celebrating. Much of the action has been and will be taking place in Chinatown and down by the water at Marina Bay, so this afternoon we checked out the former.
I uncovered Mum’s DSLR a couple of days ago (and took a million photos of die Lüdde and then promptly assaulted family with repeated Dropbox links) and lugged it out today. Few things photograph quite as well as bright lights against an evening sky.
Things heaved and pulsed precisely as much as I thought they would and it was messy and colourful and loud. Mum and I partook of a few white carrot cakes (possibly not carrot and definitely not cake) and bought little decorations and fairly outrageous miniature slippers.
I am a rat, and I read my forthcoming fortunes last time I was in Singapore. Appalling. I can expect poor health, poor finances, a poorly behaved husband, and generally a poor time of it during the year of the goat.
I am, however, remaining positive.
Happy Chinese New Year.