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Mumbai, India

Sunday, May 10, 2026

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India's one of those places where you visit a single city and are still closer to knowing absolutely nothing than everything about the country. 

Of course, the main reason is due to its sheer size–India's humongous and populous–but it's also a country of extremes, the most obvious one being wealth inequality and development gaps, which undeniably are linked to how huge the place is. 

Thus, even though my second trip to India in November of 2023 was one where we decided to do a little more than the touch-and-go on my first visit, trying our best to fully experience and explore all four cities we visited (Mumbai, Jaipur, Agra, Delhi), I have to acknowledge that we still very much travelled like the privileged tourists we were. 

While we got lost in local non-touristy, authentically colourful neighbourhoods that ignited all–and I mean all–of our senses, we also found ourselves in India's best restaurant that served up a gastronomic experience meant to tease all of these same senses, but in an industrial-chic, black & white space. 

The extremes in way of living within the same geographical region were so stark, and in Mumbai we tried our best to experience it without a local guide. Here's a little glimpse into how it all went. 

Day 1 | 24 November 

As one can imagine, commuting around a new, unfamiliar country is usually stimulating, not to mention one known for traffic that is not for the faint-hearted, so by the time we reached our hotel post-flight, we were ready to call it a day despite it only being early afternoon. 

Plans to have lunch outside were scrapped in favour of a much less hectic meal at the  hotel's in-house restaurant in. Not our proudest moment, but exactly what we needed at that point. 

The trip's first chai from the hotel lobby. 

View from our hotel at the ITC Grand Central. 

Post-lunch, we decided to rest up before reconvening for dinner. Sure, we wanted so badly to explore Mumbai in the little time that we had, but we also knew we needed enough stamina to last us through a 10-day, 8-person trip. 

And as it turned out, it wasn't just our lunch plans that faced change. We were all excited for our dinner at Masque, arguably India's finest restaurant, but when we arrived, they told us we'd made a booking for the next evening instead. 

No biggie–the food was going to taste much better with a day's anticipation anyway. We then headed to SpiceKlub at the recommendation of our colleague from the local India team. No reservation required, perfect. 

If you hadn't told me this was an all-vegetarian meal, I wouldn't have noticed because it was so yummy.

Strong start, especially as a back-up. 

The night closed with a lil' bar-hopping. We first visited Aer, a rooftop bar at the Four Seasons but it was a little too crowded for our taste. Ultimately, we ended up at the Koi Bar at St Regis, which was lovely–quiet and calm. 

The drinks were strong and well-crafted. 

Day 2 | 25 November 

Our second day in Mumbai was one of the best of the entire trip and might just have cemented the city as my favourite one in India. As a self-professed city girl, I'm entranced by the energy that densely packed spaces and people emit, and the spots we headed to in Mumbai gave me the high-octane vibe I love. 

We started our day out at breakfast at Leopold Cafe, a historic and iconic cafe in the Colaba neighbourhood. Established in 1871, it's been featured in a popular novel 'Shantaram', and was tragically among the first sites attacked by terrorists during the 2008 Mumbai attacks; the bullet holes are still preserved on-site. 

Even without the knowledge of the cafe's background, one would probably still appreciate the food that people describe as a fusion of Indian and Continental. 

Old-school, no frills. 

Sweets that we sadly didn't leave any stomach space for.

View from inside the cafe.

Bustling, lively tables–there were equal parts tourists and locals, and that was a good enough signal for me.

Ridiculously generous portion size. 

The Bombay Masala Cheese sandwich (or simply 'chilli cheese toast') is a must-try and a strong contender for the best bite of the trip. A real carb-overload, think: buttered bread filled with a flavour explosion of spicy chutney, boiled potatoes, onions, tomatoes, cucumber, capsicum, masala spices, topped with cheese and toasted until crisp. Potatoes are my least favourite carb, but when dressed up this way, they make you keep coming back for more. 

Pair that with a gorgeously smooth chai and it's a breakfast of champions. A post of this on my Instagram story led to a reply from my ex-boss:"my college meal." I can see how this checks all the boxes of college kids in terms of satiety and affordability. 

We then attempted to walk off those carbs and check off some tourist attractions. Our first stop was the Gateway of India located at the waterfront. 

Built in 1911, it was meant to commemorate the visit of King George V and Queen Mary. 

V & TT!

The weather was blistering that day, but we much preferred this to rain. 

We also walked past the Taj Mahal Palace hotel. 

It was in these popular areas that we started getting approached by locals and domestic tourists to pose for photos with them because of how different we looked. Though it wasn't my first rodeo in India, experiencing a pseudo-celebrity moment is never something you simply get used to. Truly entertaining, especially since it was such a big group of us. 

We also saw the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya–an art and history museum–from a distance, but didn't get a chance to explore as we were short on time. 

Instead, we checked out the more accessible street-side artists and vendors.

There's something about that tan uniform that the policemen in Mumbai wore that felt so vintage-chic–I loved it. 

Sleepy doggo in the foreground, boy and mum in the background. 

Awake catto and a man enjoying each other's company. 

Along the way we stumbled upon The Cacao Mill by Subko, a gorgeous chocolate factory & cafe that you could walk into, and if you're lucky would be able to witness a pod to bar process.

At some point, a couple of us split up from the larger group who were doing some intensive outfit and furniture shopping (I don't blame them, shopping in India is pretty elite), and wandered into a little village, away from the main tourist hustle & bustle. 

Real colourful streets. 

Everything was just so vibrant and gorgeous. 

At some point, we ended up in a village procession where adults and children were holding signs and throwing flower petals and we were welcomed to join in despite not knowing what it was for. 

We also chanced upon Project 88, a contemporary art gallery and ended up being the only ones in there.  

The exhibition we were lucky to see was A Butterfly in Amazon, by Indian artist Mahesh Baliga, which showcased large scale paintings exploring ordinary life, memory and muted personal struggles. 

We love art, yes we do. 

After a full day of exploration, we headed back to the hotel to freshen up before attempt number two at dining at Masque (though of course, this time we knew it'd be successful and were hyped). And well, the hype was so worth it. 

This meal alone makes this restaurant one of my top 5 in the world, even to this day. 

We were seated on the second floor of the restaurant, which is nestled in a standalone old textile mill, which gave us a lot of much-needed privacy especially as a relatively large, loud crowd. 

Interior was industrial-chic, but still warm and inviting. 

Eight of us were seated at the same long table, but here's F & B, whom I was seated opposite throughout the night.

With S beside me, the four of us has so much fun. 

If offered a choice between a wine and cocktail pairing, trust that I'll always go for the cocktail option and I did not regret for a second the decision especially with the company I had. 

Every little morsel was jam-packed with flavour, but also balanced out beautifully. 

A take on pani puri–this is a dish that I prefer the original version though. 

While I can't recall every dish I ate (and the menu has probably changed since), I genuinely remember that every plate did not disappoint. 

The cocktails started off really bright, citrusy, which made us want to come back for more and cut through some of the very intense flavour-forward dishes. 

Unanimously, our table's favourite dish was a delightfully buttery and crisp roti paired with juicy sausage, and several other elements that gave it more depth; when we conveyed this to the staff, they brought us each a second serving of it. 

Indeed, the drinks were being served at a speed quicker than the previous ones had been downed. 

Mid-meal, we were led into the kitchen for a quick behind-the-scenes moment, which was such an exciting way to interact with guests; though depending on whether you were a 'The Bear' or 'The Menu' fan, it could be seen in vastly different lights. 

Thankfully, this was real life so it was closer to the fine-dining restaurant featured in season two of 'The Bear'– the kitchen was so clean, running like clockwork, and we had a pleasant interaction with the chefs. 

More drinks, and at this point they were getting a bit stronger in both taste and ABV. 

This was such a satisfying, savoury end to the meal, served with both fragrant rice and brioche–they absolutely know the way to my carb-loving heart.  

Their take on kulfi.

A cocoa-centered dessert. 

The last pairing of the night–not that I needed any more by that point.

Modern Indian petit fours.

Apart from the incredible food, the staff (two of them pictured here with us) at Masque truly made the meal wonderful–they were personable, yet so professional and knowledgable, and made the environment fun and un-stuffy. 

A delightful last night in Mumbai. 

With our bellies and hearts full, we headed back to the hotel for one final sleep in India's city of dreams.

Mumbai truly is a place of stark extremes–where raw, everyday grit lives beside sophisticated luxury, and I was privileged enough to experience a little bit of both. But what grounded both extreme ends was the incredible warmth of the people. We were always met with genuine hospitality and well-intended curiosity, be it in a fancy restaurant or simply out on the streets where there was genuinely zero incentive for kindness. 

With such a beautiful chaos of contrasts, it was the perfect start to our trip. The next morning we headed off to Jaipur, and we were ready to see what the Pink City had in store for us–which I'll be recounting in my next post. 

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Amsterdam, the Netherlands (Solo)

Saturday, October 18, 2025

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When I was younger, I used to tell others that I "didn't like to travel". In fact, some of my early posts on this very space contained such claims, writing off going on trips as a frivolous activity, and they can of course still be that way, if planned in a particular manner. 

The truth is, those statements were probably made with the intention to convince myself of that fact, stemmed from an unacknowledged insecurity, because I never had the privilege of going abroad often while growing up. To be clear though, I never felt lacking in this regard. 

In between then and now, something changed. I started relishing discovering cultures other than my own, and enjoying the strange irony of feeling smaller the more countries I opened my heart and mind to. I even considered taking a two year gap before starting university to become a flight attendant in bid to take in as much of the world in my "youth", but eventually chose a path in university that allowed me to go abroad on the school's dime, which then led to my current job that I get to travel pretty extensively for, while also being in a position to afford trips for pure leisure. 

Yet, I still hadn't experienced anything quite as life changing as the 10 days I spent in Amsterdam on my own in 2023, a trip I can only describe as the best trip of my life. And this status still holds true two years and 27 trips later, including a repeat visit to the beautiful city, because the pure moments of serendipity from summer that year showed me that I truly needed to be there at that point in time, at that point of my life. I could not make these moments up even if I wanted to. 

Instead of my usual trip/ itinerary recaps, I want to focus on what made it all so incredibly soul-moving. 

The Intention
more than a decade-long dream fulfilled


While I had been on solo trips or solo legs of extended trips, I'd usually meet someone in the foreign city, so I do consider this trip to be my first full-fledged independent travel experience. So what was the pull factor for me–why Amsterdam, and why then?  

Until today, my favourite artiste of all time is Watsky, and I've blogged about him on here several times before, with the earliest one dating 2011 and the most recent in 2016. Admittedly, over the years I've become less expressive about my love for his craft, but he never fails to top my Spotify Wrapped charts annually, even in the years that he doesn't put out any new music. 

Over 15 years ago, I'd posted on his Facebook wall (yes, when that feature still existed), saying that I'd hope to one day see him perform live, perhaps when he does a world tour which includes Singapore as a stop. Unfortunately, Watsky's talent remains somewhat undiscovered in Asia (to everyone's loss, may I add). At the ripe age of 26 and as someone earning my own keep, there was absolutely nothing stopping me from travelling to where he actually has a fan base. 

And so I did. 

The concert experience deserves its own standalone recap, but beyond that, the act of attending a concert I could only dream of more than a decade ago was a tangible representation of several facets of growth for me personally; of independence, of (relative) financial abundance, and of courage.  

The Foreshadowing
an unknowing glimpse into my future


Interestingly, Amsterdam was not my first choice destination. When purchasing tickets for the concert, I'd literally searched up 'safest city' to narrow down the list of cities he was touring and had initially bought tickets to Dublin, Ireland; which as we know now is where I'd consider my second home. 

However, a friend's wedding date turned out to clash with the Dublin leg of the tour and I decided to give away the ticket to an Irish fan via the Watsky Facebook community, and got a new one for the Amsterdam date instead (yes, that was the next safest city). 

Obviously this is a revelation that only hindsight can provide, but I absolutely adore how my first brush with the emerald isle was via my muse. 

The Being
doing things just because


As someone who was brought up with a scarcity mindset and am still actively teaching myself to take on one with abundance, I don't always feel comfortable spending money especially on what I'd consider indulgent treats. I tend to also optimize how I spend my time. 

Yet, for this trip, I decided to do the opposite, within reason. I splurged on experiences, and I did things (at times, repeatedly) without a clear purpose. Doing so allowed me to just soak in the act of just being, and to bask in my own presence; and somehow it all felt strangely serendipitous. 

On one of the evenings, I'd booked myself a seat at one-Michelin-starred De Juwelier (with a no-show deposit so I couldn't get cold feet). While I've dined solo before, it's never at such a fine establishment. Though initially self-conscious, the acute awareness of my own consciousness soon became something I appreciated. With growing life responsibilities and distractions all around, how often am I able to simply focus on just being fully present? And how lucky am I to be able to take myself out in a beautiful, random city halfway across the world? 







Food was unsurprisingly impeccable, and surprisingly unpretentious. Plating was refined, but not at all over-the-top. It felt like a homely hug. As I was sat by the chef's table, I got to see all of the action, and the precision required in a kitchen of this calibre was incredible to see. 

Being a solo diner, both the kitchen and wait staff would stop and chat with me in between courses; and I got to speak to the head chef Yoran (whom I later learnt won the 2022 Michelin Young Chef Award in the Netherlands). He almost immediately clocked my accent, "are you from Singapore?" and shared that he'd lived and worked there a few years ago and loved the city. It was such a sense of warmth and familiarity that came completely out of nowhereno one can tell me I wasn't meant to dine there and meet him. 

In a very similar vein, I visited a bar on my own for the very first time on another evening. It was a speakeasy, Door 74, and I got sat by the bar counter, beside someone who was having a pre-drink before his birthday celebrations. Throwing my introversion aside, I toasted to him and also had a lovely chat with the bartender, Julien. 




It was a luxury to be able to feel confident enough in my skin to both be alone, and to chat with strangers. After my last drink (a very delicious clarified soy-milk cocktail), Julien shared a curated list of restaurants and bars in Amsterdam that he'd personally recommend to me. I got immediate chills when I opened the Google Maps link and read 'Juju's Eats and Drinks List Amsterdam'yep, his nickname is the same as mine. Another complete chance encounter that signaled how this trip was truly something special. 

Continuing the trend of speaking to strangers, I'd also booked myself a spot on a beautiful boat tour in Amsterdam's iconic canals, and ended up enjoying it way more than I imagined, made better with the kindness of fellow boat-goers who shared great conversations and even offered to take photos of me.  









The boat ride was probably a peak example of just being, seeing as I was literally forced to take a pause, take in the sights, and relinquish all control to our captain, Oliver. 

By far though, the one example I'd cite when it comes to doing something just because, was when I visited the Van Gogh museum twice on consecutive days during the trip. The first day was planned, I'd pre-booked tickets and spent almost the entire day pinching myself while enjoying the original works of my favourite painter of all time. 

The following day, I was walking in the city and caught sight of some people with sunflowers. It was a handful at first, but the growing volume soon convinced me this was not a coincidence of sunflower-loving folk simply populating the streets. My immediate thought was, "this has something to do with Van Gogh", and I decided to spontaneously hop on a tram that took me to Museumplein, without knowing if something was actually going on. 

What greeted me there was the festival of my dreams. People were dressed in yellow, smiling & distributing sunflowers, alongside live music and street performers. As it turned out, it was the museum's 50th anniversary and there was a 'Sunflower Art Festival' that very day. 




Carrying the sunflower around the city for the rest of the day made me feel inexplicably happy. It was probably a combination of the sense of accomplishment I felt following my intuition, and the fact that flowers are simply a beautiful non-necessity, so symbolic of how I want to live my lifeto not just be obsessed with the pragmatic but to leave room for the frivolous. 

The Nostalgia
a nod to my childhood 

On one of my final days in Amsterdam, I was contemplating skipping a visit to a farmer's market on my list, the Noordermarkt, which opens only on Saturday & Monday, as I was feeling slightly tired. However, as I was texting JX about it, he encouraged me to head there, since I probably wouldn't get another chance, at least not on this trip. 

I can't even make this up, but there was absolutely a reason why I needed to be there. As I was browsing through the stalls, I stopped in front of one that sold kid's toys and caught sight of someone all too familiar. There he was, in his pristine form, my childhood soft toy, also known as a 'chou chou' in Singapore, which literally translates to 'smelly' in Mandarin, referring to an emotional support pillow/ blankie/ toy that one owns since young. 

For the unacquainted, my 'chou chou' is a duck hand puppet affectionately known as 'Mr Ducky Wacky Oh So Funny', and through many, many years of love (or mistreatment), now looks pretty damn ragged, spots a short haircut courtesy of my mum and her concern for my sinus as kid, and a huge hole on his right wing. And somehow, ten thousand kilometres away from my childhood bedroom, I come face to face with Mr Ducky's younger self when I've never seen him being sold in any store, anywhere, ever.  

It was as though he was sending me a message from my younger self, saying "I'm proud of you for coming this far," both literally and figuratively. This encounter definitely choked me up. 


And with that, thank you Amsterdam. 

With the benefit of hindsight, I can quite confidently say that this trip was pivotal in showing me that the world was both so much bigger and at the same time smaller than what I thought it was. Bigger in that there was still so much for me to explore (and that I should), but smaller in that I was more than capable of exploring it if I wanted to, especially knowing that there'd still be pockets of comfort wherever I went, be it through the people I've yet to meet or physical manifestations of the familiar.  

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