I’ve made a few fair mistakes in my travels (here), but this one takes the biscuit.
The furthest I had travelled without my parents was New York, but it was pretty straight forward, we booked wtih a travel agent and we filled out our visa on the plane 30 minutes before landing. Easy Peasy. But no, not in Asia.
Often dubbed a ‘fine’ country, and that it is. The Singapore streets are well-known for being clean and tidy, I even remember telling family when I returned “It’s like New York but cleaner.” And the reason for its flawlessness is the many laws that are enforced on a daily basis, ones that you might not even consider and hence get you into trouble.
For my first post of 2016, I thought I would share a first experience: hosteling. Up until 2012 I had never stayed in a hostel before, and quite frankly never really knew what it involved, the etiquette, prices, room/sleeping arrangements etc. All I knew (or thought I knew) was that I was going to share a bedroom with some strangers and possibly get mugged or worse, murdered in my sleep. I can confirm it was far from that.