Upon arrival to the city, we were greeted by hundreds of tourists clashing each other with the boisterous and craziness. And I whispered to myself unquestionably, ‘OK. This is it. No more visiting the big city’ then fought all those noise violations by clenching my teeth. The big guy who always beside me frowned, “You are a tourist, too, my dear. The only difference between us and them is we love quiet so much and they like talking too much.”
I sighed. He was right. I am a tourist too.
As we walked through the mall with repleted Christmas decorations, several long lines of people were walking against our direction. I looked up and saw the roof of a translucent glass had darkened. Sunset was supposed to be around 07.11 PM and it was 06.08 PM. The clouds, we bet it was the cloud of the wet season who made them left the main attraction. We cursed to each other. Our day was already not great since we were both recovering from the flu viruses, hoping Marina Bay would help us to regain our travel spirit with their amazing-and-holy view.
After climbing the stairs, we stopped at the center of the Helix bridge. There were still a lot people surrounding the Merlion Statue down there, but not so here. Fifteen minutes later, the sky seemed to gave us a little mercy. The cloud seemed to divide, allowing a glimmer of light to illuminate the windows of the tall buildings there.
Strangely, we did not hear the tourists shouting again. They seemed to be immersed in the beauty of the colors reflected from the flash of glasses. While enjoying the exquisite scenery, he then hugged me gently, letting the breeze waving our slick hair.
“It’s worth to wait, isn’t it?”
I nodded, “I guess we just need to be patient.”