Woke up to rain. Lots of it. The race will be a mess!
In true tropical fashion, the weather cleared by the
afternoon, and the night on the waterfront was magnificent.
The Singapore River Festival and the Grand Prix on the same weekend. Buildings, boats, and bridges decorated with lights.
Live music everywhere.
Diana Krall up on Ft. Canning.
Fabulous party.
Fancy cars at the Fullerton.
And fencing.
And beautiful women from around the world.
Since Mike was in the US, I spent the evening along the river with Dave and Barbara. We were shocked that we found a little nook for a view of a practice race for the Singapore Grand Prix. Great "seats" standing on the curve at the Cricket Club with about 50 Singaporeans who were also excited and surprised to find a spot for viewing the race. "Nothing is free in Singapore."
Because of all the fencing and barriers, security could not get to us to make us move. They tried to clear the area by hand signal. Ignored, of course. The small crowd was watching the race for the rich and glamorous and quite pleased to get a S$1400 view for nothing! Me too.
Here They Come!
There They Go
