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Wandering Through Hell

After lunch yesterday, I went to Hell.

Specifically, I went to Haw Par Villa, which is a defunct theme park from the 1930s that includes a diorama of the Chinese Ten Courts of Hell. It was built by the two brothers who created Tiger Balm.

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In fact, the whole thing is a collection of dioramas on the side of a hill. There are no rides. You just walk around and look at things.

And the things you look at are weird things. How weird are they? They’re this weird:

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And this weird:

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And this weird:

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And those aren’t even the weirdest.

That last one depicts the story of a man who rescued a turtle from a market. Years later, the man was in a boat that went down in a storm, and the turtle saved him from drowning. We see the man celebrating as he rides the turtle to safety while his comrades drown.

This teaches children compassion. Toward turtles, at least, if not necessarily toward humans.

All the displays are meant to be instructive, and let me tell you, children would not likely forget what they saw here, even after years of therapy.

The depiction of Hell was the best part, because that’s inside an artificial cave, which allows them to add spooky lighting.

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This whole thing is free, with no admission charge or t-shirt sales or requests for donations or anything that would explain how they pay for the upkeep. And it’s well-maintained. You might think it’s new if it weren’t for the fact that no one would dream of making something like this today.

PSA

Unusually tall people in boats should cover their ears when they hit their heads on bridges.

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Satay on the Quay

I woke up at 4:00 this morning. There’s not a lot you can do at 4:00 AM except wander around, so I did that.

I needed to exchange some more money. Airport rates are never good, so I hadn’t exchanged very much, because I knew I could do better in town. I figured there would be small currency exchange places all over like there are in Hong Kong.

There are not. They have some, but it took me about an hour to find them. For my trouble, though, I got a rate of 1.346, rather than the 1.3275 that I got on the airport, for a savings of US$5.55. Sweet!

Now I’m eating satay and drinking Tiger at a cafe on the Singapore River. The service is lousy, but I don’t have to tip them, and they seem content to just let me sit there and write blog posts on my phone.

No one seemed to be looking, so I drank the remaining peanut sauce straight.

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Arrival

I arrived in Singapore at noon on Monday, got a quick lunch at Heavenly Wang, which is a real name that I am absolutely not making up, then got some Singapore dollars and a metro card and took the train into town.

After walking for about a mile in the wrong direction, I found the hotel and checked in, then went wandering. I wandered through Little India, then up to a truly Byzantine mall called IOS Orchard, then somewhere else, I think. I’m not really sure where i was. I was able to sleep fairly well on the plane, since i had a row of four seats to myself and was able to make a bed out of them, but I guess i was more tired than I thought I was. Anyway, I eventually made it back to the hotel without incident.