Singapore, Day 2

Saturday March 8, Singapore, day 2

Today we hop aboard the double-decker, open-air bus and spend the day getting on and off in the various ethnic sections of town. We stroll down streets in Little India, literally lined with gold—the shops are filled with opulent 22 karat jewelry and the most elaborately decorated saris. On Arab street we eat a sample plate of tasty kebabs, visit a bellydance costume shop where the saleswoman shows me a flyer of a show to be held that evening. Tito, an Egyptian male bellydancer, is performing that night. I tell her I’d just seen his show in the San Francisco area a couple of weeks ago. Small world! I saw a newly published bellydance book by Tamalyn Dallal,a dancer from Florida, and was sorry I hadn’t brought some of mine to leave at the store. I only brought two of my books to give to the onboard library in case I tell any of the passengers about it. Right now I am flying under the radar. Want to be anonymous. Also want to let Richard have the limelight to himself. He is enjoying his classes of 125 people and growing. He really is a master even though he won’t let his students call him that.