Singapore - Chinatown - Part II
The night shots!
Following on the from the last series, I got the rest of the pics done and uploaded so here they are, again all shot with two prime lenses 
It was the end of a hot and sweaty (and extremely hazy day), the lanterns weren't as impressive as the Bukit Jalil Lantern Festival in Malaysia. Malaysia Boleh!
There's plenty to see (and more importantly photograph) in Singapore Chinatown so I do highly recommend checking it out.
Singapore - Chinatown - Part I
The first day I went to Peninsular Plaza near City Hall MRT stop to buy camera stuff, which no one would be interested in so I'll post it at DigiSniper
Do you care if I got a Giotto rocket air blower?!
The second day I went with my Mom to Chinatown as it's hustle and bustle, bright colours and lantern festival should be interesting, along with some good food you can find there.
Well here we are, alighting at Chinatown MRT station, diving into the heart of Chinatown in Singapore at Pagoda Street and following the tourism boards recommendation for a walk around Chinatown to take in the interesting sites.
First real outing with the new D200
Singapore, a Fine City (You get fined for all kinds of things, like not flushing the toilet, eating chewing gum etc..)
Lanterns lanterns everywhere, the lantern festival at Bukit Jalil heralded nicer lanterns of course.
Cultural Differences Explained
This is for all you Asians who say we all look the same 
Aussies: Dislike being mistaken for Pommies (Brits) when abroad.
Canadians: Are rather indignant about being mistaken for Americans when abroad.
Yanks: Encourage being mistaken for Canadians when abroad.
Brits: Can't possibly be mistaken for anyone else when abroad.
Aussies: Believe you should look out for your mates.
Brits: Believe that you should look out for those people who belong to your club.
Yanks: Believe that people should look out for & take care of themselves.
Canadians: Believe that that's the government's job.
Aussies: Are extremely patriotic to their beer.
Yanks: Are flag-waving, anthem-singing, and obsessively patriotic to the point of blindness.
Canadians: Can't agree on the words to their anthem, when they can be bothered to sing them.
Brits: Do not sing at all but prefer a large brass band to perform the anthem.
Yanks: Spend most of their lives glued to the idiot box.
Canadians: Don't, but only because they can't get more American channels.
Brits: Pay a tax just so they can watch four channels. (or five, if you're lucky.)
Aussies: Export all their crappy programs, which no-one there watches, to Britain, where everybody loves them.
Yanks: Will jabber on incessantly about football, baseball, and basketball.
Brits: Will jabber on incessantly about cricket, soccer, and rugby.
Canadians: Will jabber on incessantly about hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, and how they beat the Americans twice, playing baseball.
Aussies: Will jabber on incessantly about how they beat the Poms in every sport they play them in.
Yanks: Spell words differently, but still call it "English".
Brits: Pronounce their words differently, but still call it "English".
Canadians: Spell like the Brits, pronounce like Americans.
Aussies: Add "G'day", "mate" and a heavy accent to everything they say in an attempt to get laid.
Brits: Shop at home and have goods imported because they live on an island.
Aussies: Shop at home and have goods imported because they live on an island.
Yanks: Cross the southern border for cheap shopping, gas, & liquor in a backwards country.
Canadians: Cross the southern border for cheap shopping, gas, & liquor in a backwards country.
Yanks: Drink weak, pissy-tasting beer.
Canadians: Drink strong, pissy-tasting beer.
Brits: Drink warm, beery-tasting piss.
Aussies: Drink anything with alcohol in it.
Yanks: Seem to think that poverty & failure are morally suspect.
Canadians: Seem to believe that wealth and success are morally suspect.
Brits: Seem to believe that wealth, poverty, success and failure are inherited things.
Aussies: Seem to think that none of this matters after several beers.
Well there you go, next time you bump into an Ang Moh you should know where he's from
