This was the day that the wife would become an appointed representative of her company. In our lingo that means that she would officially be allowed to give people financial advice. So we woke up early again, for the second day running, as the wife had to sit 2 exams on that day. So off we trudge to the metro stop (called the MRT here) and we hop onto the MRT to the place where Elli was due to sit the exam. As ever I was confident all would go well...and though we like to make things sounds dramatic on this blog, well...it did!
But first things first. So while the wife is bravely facing the challenge of passing yet another two long exams, I was given the mission to go off and view an apartment. The funny thing is that Singaporeans don't believe in walking long distances...in a sense it reminds me a lot of Belgium. So one of the main criteria when looking for an apartment is the distance to the MRT and what is hilarious is that the agents can give you an exact timing: 'you are 7 minutes walk to the closest MRT'... So when I asked the agent for this apartment how I could get there I asked him whether I could walk from the MRT...' no no, it is waaaaay to far...you must take a bus as well'. Stubborn as I can be I dismissed this and knowing I have a decent sense of direction, I took my chances. Little did I know that it would be 35 degrees Celsius out there and it would take a good 30 minutes to walk there. Luckily I had put some factor 15 on my glassy top so as to protect it somewhat. A long and hot walk, but at least I got to scout the neighbourhood a little and found an absolute gem! They say that the Irish are everywhere, because we open pubs everywhere...what they don't tell you is that you will find a random, mini-tombstone-like Guiness-sponsored, well piece on the sidewalk...
What also strikes you immediately when you land in Singapore, and this to a large extent even at the airport, is how green, lush, clean and beautiful the place is. One of the comments left on the blog was that it seems that Singapore is like a postcard and it truly is...
This was the apartment block I was due to visit |
The brave little wife with her PASS... |
Great great picture... |
But we didn't put in an offer just yet...there was another one to view before we would be making up our mind. It happened to be the apartment block across the road and as soon as we got in there, we knew, this wouldn't be the one. The pool was very nice, but there was some kind of massive waterfall coming out of the wall, which happened to be just next to the apartment...so you could barely hear each other...it felt a bit like the scene in The Last of the Mohicans when Hawkeye or Nathaniel screams through the waterfall to Cora that he will find her...so yeah, a sense of romance in the air possibly, but it just wasn't something you would want day-in-day-out! So leaving that place we knew we were about to put down an offer on the other place, but we were also in a rush to get home as we were expected at Elli's boss' place at 19:00 for a meet-and-great dinner&drinks...
A very happy post-exam, pre-offer lady with a seemingly confused husband next to her |
Back tomorrow for the big unveiling of THE apartment...
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