The next two stops of the tour have a lot to live up to as this town known, more stereotypically known for salted chicken, tou fu fa, and chicken rice, really killed it. Heck, in fact, let’s add crazy partygoers to that list of stereotypes.
We can’t really recall how we got back to our hotel that night though there was no driving involved, it being Singapore and all. All we remembered was someone dudes from Hounds of Baskerville offering us haircuts at their salon. We couldn’t think of a better way to end a night of glitz and glam.
Waking up the next day with our hotel door swung wide opened — we rather not divulge what happened the night before after the show – it was almost revelatory; who knew a world music fest could get us into the sort of mischiefs more associated to Burning Man festival?