Singapore
Winning back tourists
Street hawkers, chewing gum, even bogus brothels are being
used to lure visitors in the wake of Sars. Jill Hartley.
London Times.
Nov 16, 2003
YOU
CAN find prostitution, gambling, drugs and violence in any
of the world's major cities, as long as you know where to
look, but you don't expect to find all four bang in the
centre of a tourist hotspot in squeegee-clean Singapore.
But
the city is changing, and suddenly the tourist board has
realised that its seedy past is as marketable as its marbled
shopping malls. As a result the Chinatown Heritage Centre,
opened last year, tells it like it was for Chinese immigrants
in the early 1900s.
They
were forced to live in squalid rat-infested cubicles in
shophouses, so called because the living quarters doubled
up during the day as businesses, not all of them as wholesome
as the reconstruction of a tailor's shop in the museum.
Move
up a floor and there's a lifelike interpretation of the
"Four Evils" - opium, prostitution, gambling and
secret societies - in which the workers, many separated
from their families, sought solace from hard labour and
loneliness. Louis, our Singapore Tourist Board guide, proudly
pointed to the mock-up of a prostitute's bedroom - brothels
were legal until 1930 - with its bit-too-obvious red light
and beaded curtain.
He also
showed us a mah-jong table with opium pipes and a blood-soaked
dagger, depicting a grisly end, following a fight over gambling
debts.
I'd
asked for a guided tour of Singapore's new cultural attractions,
thinking mainly of the new £200 million Esplanade
Arts Centre on Marina Bay, but the gory tableaux in the
Chinatown museum were clearly Louis's favourite and he insisted
we went there first.
Standing
afterwards in the numbing midday heat of the street, surrounded
by gimcrack tourist shops selling everything from Singapore
Airlines air stewardess uniforms to ceremonial swords, he
said the city was finally facing up to its mistakes.
"We
listened to our visitors and they told us we'd cleaned Chinatown
up too much. We looked around and realised that it was boring
and soulless. We had to admit that we'd been wrong, so we
encouraged food vendors to open in the old shophouses and
we have brought back the street hawkers we'd banned."
This
time the hawkers are licensed and wear plastic name tags,
but it's best not to be too cynical as the Government is
losing some of its nanny-state daftness.
Witness
the recent lifting of the ban on chewing gum. What next?
Litter? Raunchy dancers and blatant bacchanalia? It won't
happen, but it's a strange visitor who doesn't appreciate
clean streets, hygienic food stalls, polite taxi drivers
and bars where you can safely take the family.
When
I visited last winter, Singapore's festive spirits had been
dampened by the Bali bombing. Now, post-Sars, it faces a
tougher challenge: how to persuade tourists, conference
organisers and investors to come back.
To that
end it launched the Singapore Roars campaign, which runs
until the end of the year, offering discounts on dining,
shopping, events and attractions.
Despite
the setbacks the city, long dismissed as a cultural desert,
believes it is on the threshold of a renaissance as it strives
to become the arts hub of South-East Asia.
True,
the official map lists 115 shopping centres and only 42
places of interest, but the new Esplanade complex should
convince any sceptic that Singapore can do icon architecture
as well as Sydney or Bilbao.
Locals
refer to its twin spiked domes affectionately as "The
Durians", because they remind them of the popular,
smelly South-East Asian fruit.
It's
an acquired taste, therefore an apt comparison for such
a bravely surreal building, which has also been described
as flies' eyes, twin microphones, pineapple halves and jewelled
turtles.
Within
the curved protective glass shells, covered in a lattice
of angular metallic sunshades, are a 2,000-seat theatre
and 1,800-seat concert hall surrounded by the inevitable
shopping malls, car parks and restaurants.
As well
as having the daring, and the wealth, to shock with the
new, Singapore holds a better record than its cousins Hong
Kong and Bangkok when it comes to imaginative use of the
old.
It took
ten years to rejuvenate the river front, converting abandoned
warehouses into a Covent Garden-style bustle of fashionable
shops, bars and restaurants.
If you
want colonial nostalgia, Singapore also does it better than
the rest. A new wing of the Asian Civilisations Museum opened
in May in a restored colonial building at Empress Place.
The
Victoria Theatre with its statue of Stamford Raffles stands
as proud as ever, even though the Symphony Orchestra has
decamped to the Esplanade, and you can almost hear the clink
of pink gins as you stroll round the Padang, a rare piece
of city-centre turf, dominated by the Singapore Cricket
Club.
Still
think it's just a boring shopping stop? Then take the MRT
to Raffles Place in the heart of the financial district.
Walk north towards Clifford Pier and the river front dominated
by the five-star Fullerton Hotel, a 1920s gem with several
past lives as the Post Office, Chamber of Commerce, Stock
Exchange, and most recently, the Inland Revenue Authority.
Inside
it's just another expensive Asian hotel but outside its
columns dazzle, making it one of the world's most stunning
landmark hotels. A swim in its horizon-edge pool, watching
the brokers playing dice with the world's money in neighbouring
smoky glass office blocks, is one of its greatest draws.
For
me the rogue banker Nick Leeson, who brought down Barings,
did Singapore a favour, adding a frisson of danger and dash
to a dull stick-it-for-two-years job in what has always
been considered a money-obsessed city.
Walk
a few minutes from the Fullerton to Boat Quay, where he
did his drinking in Harry's Bar, and you could see a fledgeling
dollar billionaire in the making.
On our
last night we joined the tourists and expat workers strolling
along the quayside. As we paused in front of a bar called
PHAT the owner rushed out, pumped our hands and said: "It
stands for Pretty Hot And Tempting."
We tried
not to laugh as he looked so proud, so we dropped in for
a beer. It was as tame and innocuous as we expected, but
for Singapore it signals progress.
London Times