Singapore is a city-state. People that live here, they can’t go to the mountain without going abroad. They can’t even go take a walk in the countryside without going abroad. But they can go to the beach. See, there’s an island just south of the city, so close that you can go there on foot over a bridge. And it’s the perfect beach-getaway for all the business types that live-work in Singapore.
Only problem is: the island doesn’t have a beach. Even though it’s so conveniently located! The perfect beach-island has no beaches. So they build some. The whole southern coast, the one not facing the city, is spotted with artificial beaches. With artificial mini-islands that you can get to over a real-wood pier.
While they were at it, they turned the whole inside of the island into golf courses. Apart from the eastern bit that they made into a neighborhood for indecently rich people, and the western bit where they built an amusement park called Universal Studio.
Now you might understand why we all had to go to this fake-ass happy-happy place. Cranky just loves amusement parks.
She has a scheme to get in without paying, but it works better in the afternoon. We went to the artificial beach first.
Continue reading The plastic-treasure concrete-island
So we went to the beach today, and Weirdo took me swimming.
I don’t feel too confident going alone yet. The water scares me quite a bit. I wonder why… The only other time I was in the water was when I was four month. Weirdo held me underwater to see if I’d start swimming, like he saw on youtube, and I swallowed a tankershipload of it. Wait, that’s probably the exact reason why I’m scared of water! Well done Sherlock ! — No flattery, please. — No, no, I mean it, without your astounding deductive powers, we would never have found the key to that riddle.
Anyway, t’was a nice beach. Here’s another picture.
Instead of going to the beach-place that the local tourism authority had set up especially for visitors like us, Weirdo and Cranky (and Anna and Anton) decided to go to the nearest one, that’s mainly used as fisherman’s-boat-parking. After wading through the beached boats, Weirdo and Anton stripped their clothes and jumped in the water that had the color of diarrhea. “That’s just because the sand is orange” said Weirdo. Yeah right. Guess where he is as I’m writing this. That’s right, on the toilet, like every half hour. Continue reading Trip to the beach
One good night sleep was just what I needed to relax a bit. My first day was really frantic, and I’m glad Weirdo and Cranky are keeping it a couple of notches quieter after the tantrum I threw them in the evening. So, what happened so far?
On that first day, we arrived very early and showed up to our host’s place. But the door bell wasn’t loud enough to wake them up and we had to hide the stuff on the roof of the building and went off to the beach. It was a nice 1 hour walk, I shamelessly dosed off while Weirdo was carrying me. I woke up on the sea front. Continue reading Walk on the beach in Chenai