It's beginning to look a lot like . . .

So we head off on an adventure that the girls have been really, really looking forward to experiencing in Singapore.  Since they looked through their first book on Singapore, since we first told them that we were going on this trip, they'd had their eyes on one thing in particular.  What's that you say . . . a museum with Asian art, a Buddhist temple, or the Japanese/Chinese Gardens.  Well, if you guessed any of these things you would be completely . . . wrong.  My culturally-enriched gals want to see Snow City.  That's right, peeps!  A building filled with fake snow for people that never see snow (or in our case, people who see snow every winter but want to be in a place where the other people have never seen snow . . .  you get my point, right?) 

So after 2 MRT rides and a long walk through a crowded market, we arrive at the long awaited Snow City.  Our friends, the other H family, join us for the adventure.  The more the merrier when it comes to experiencing fake snow when you are just four degrees off the equator. 

Nothing says class like walking into a place with little tiny Santa Claus' around, fake candy canes, and a life-size statue of a growling polar bear.  I feel like I have entered a bad Christmas horror movie.   

So our first thing we need to do is rent warm weather gear, since we have none.  So we get coats, snow pants, gloves and boots.  As we are waiting in line, I see a sign that says "for your hygiene concerns, we dry the garments between each guest using."  Yea, cause that is my main hygiene concern at this point, that the garments are dry! 

So we transform into snow bunnies. . .

or rag-tag people with kids desperate to see snow in Singapore, you pick.  Keylime loves the huge women's jacket while Tie Dye is sporting a very small kids jacket.  Our boots (I use this term loosely) were like slippers.  Very stylish and very warm (Oh wait, it must be opposite day as I type this because it was neither!) 

The mysteries of Snow City cannot be shared since we couldn't bring in cameras so you will have to use your own imagination.  The absolute best part was a very long icy hill you could ride tubes down.  It was very fast and very fun.  We all loved it and did it over and over. 

So end result is

$45 for admission,

$14 for pants, coat, boots, and gloves,

$1 for locker rental,

$30 for pictures taken inside the snow chamber (since you can't bring a camera inside).

The experience . . . priceless.  

So how do we celebrate . . . by heading to Mickey D's, of course.  For those of you keeping count, that is trip number five for us.   I am so proud of my adventurous eating family.  Branching out and trying those iced Milo's and McChicken sandwiches (which they swear taste like they have less spice than home.) 

On a completely different note, I told M that I wanted to move to Botswana.  While we were at the Netball games (see Tie Dye's posting), the Botswana fans were doing this awesomely amazing chanting and singing.  Seriously, you have the Australians and the South African fans doing YMCA and then you have the Botswana fans on a whole other level.  M asks if I want to go sit by the Botswana fans during the game.  I did but I have seen my family dance and it is not a pretty sight.  I am sure the people from Botswana would kick us out of their section after seeing our moves.  (We would make Elaine from Seinfeld proud.)  Who knows, maybe you have to do a dance try-out before you can sit in their section.  Maybe a version of "So you think you can dance?"  Oh, well, missed the cool kid bus again.