Taxi uncles on Pulau Ubin. There are taxis on the island, ready to ferry visitors who don't fancy cycling around the island. (Photo taken with Fujipet Thunderbird.) |
It's an issue of confidence or lack thereof.
So. I was surprised by how enjoyable it was to cycle on Pulau Ubin, and how nice it was to see the island again. I didn't crash into a tree. I didn't fall. I didn't kill myself or anybody else. All I got were mosquito bites while riding to Chek Jawa.
Bumboat uncle ((Photo taken with Fujipet Thunderbird.) |
Everything's broken down. (Photo taken with Fujipet Thunderbird.) |
I kind of forget how backward Singapore was in the 70s. But we were really backward. I remember collecting the colourful SBS bus ticket stubs from all my bus journeys. And how Chinatown really smelled. You can get a glimpse of those colours in Pulau Ubin.
A broken-down jetty points to the mainland. (Photo taken with Fujipet Thunderbird.) |
Seriously?! The National Parks Board sends people to clear trash and answer questions in the middle of nowhere? Wow.
This experience is a little poetic. I confronted my fear of cycling on a not-so-backward island. I kind of missed the old Singapore but I was glad to be back in the air-con comfort of my room. :p
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