The Singapore Let-Down

At 24, wearing a full-length beard, I stepped off the plane at Changi airport for the first time.

The ‘Best Airport in the World’ headlines and Buzzfeed articles I’d read about Changi certainly lived up their reputation. I was marvelled by the sense of order and efficiency, not to mention the world’s tallest indoor airport slide, yes — an airport slide!

Unfortunately, my amazement and wonder ended at the airport.

I journeyed into to the vibrant city-state of Singapore, and it dawned on me that my experience would turn out to be quite different from what I had anticipated. As I ventured into the heart of the city, I couldn’t help but notice the lack of authenticity in its bustling streets. Gleaming skyscrapers towered above, casting shadows over the small, historical districts that struggled to survive amidst the concrete jungle. The juxtaposition of old and new felt forced, as if heritage was merely a backdrop to the city’s relentless pursuit of progress.

The strict laws and regulations, while undoubtedly contributing to the city’s safety, created an atmosphere of restraint. The famous chewing gum ban, though a small detail, symbolized the controlled environment that pervaded every aspect of daily life.

Singapore’s renowned hawker centres, celebrated for their diverse and delectable food offerings, left me with mixed feelings. While the flavors were undoubtedly rich, the experience felt commercialized and lacked the genuine charm of street food in other Asian cities. It seemed as though the culinary heritage had been neatly packaged for the tourist palate.

Even the iconic Marina Bay Sands, with its breathtaking skyline views and opulent architecture, failed to win me over. The extravagance felt excessive, and the artificiality of the rooftop pool seemed to epitomize the city’s penchant for superficial glamour.

The city, for all its technological marvels and economic success, seemed to lack a soul. It was a meticulously designed metropolis that left me yearning for the chaotic charm of less polished destinations.

My visit to Singapore was a lesson in the subjectivity of travel. While many revel in the city’s efficiency and modernity, others may find themselves longing for a more authentic and untamed experience.

But it wasn’t all bad! I enjoyed eating my way through Little India, meandering through the many beautiful gardens, and, despite not winning me over, seeing Marina Bay Sands was a great experience.

I also think that visiting a country at a different age, or at a different chapter in your life can dramatically change your experience. I’m sure 34-year-old Liam would have a very different experience on Khoa San road to 24-year-old Liam, for example. And even though I didn’t enjoy Singapore in my early twenties, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy it a decade later as a more mature man.

So, would I give Singapore another chance? Ask me in again in my forties..