|The carpark at the Geylang market|
|A very sleepy Oisin|
|The new market - done up in the traditional Malay building style|
|People cycle about - it has a kampung feel about it|
|My mom and dad crossing at the traffic lights|
|The FRUIT!!! - more than the food in Singapore, i miss the fruit|
|Ghin tucks into chendol|
|Oisin finally gets his gula merah|
|I get sup kambing - the spiciest, most stewed up goat soup in the world|
|The Geylang market - still holds a magic and wonder for me|
|Bags and bags of everything|
|Ma buys the best nangka in the Singapore - the people of|
Geylang know their nangkas
|It is fruit season and there are mangosteens in store|
|Marine Parade beach|
|The ships have come in much closer|
The beach is not quiet any more. All kinds of things have happened there. When we wee there was a triathalon, and all the hoopla that comes with this sort of thing. The pumping gym music, the loud annoying announcer, the people shouting at people that they can do it, the tents and the seething mass of humanity which presses and smells. I admit i am an introvert. I am. I do not like crowds. I do not strangers trying to piss all over each other. I like either being with close friends, or an intimate situation with strangers, or i like total anonymity. Anything in between makes me nervous and annoyed - well, mildly so. Anyway, i did the sports i did because they afforded me peace and silence Running, and swimming and cycling are the holy trinity. I did do squash and netball, but i have no ball sense and i get very confused about whom i should pass the ball to, which means those sports are a nightmare for me. But these three i did because i love endurance sport, and i also love the silence and tranquility they give me. Running for miles, far from anyone, away from people, into a rainforest, for instance. Running for miles and miles - even if it is around a track - which basically forbids anyone from talking to you. Cycling from one end of the island to the other - most people cannot join in - and GOOD. I don't want anyone to join in, thank you. This is my go to down time.
So when i see these mass events - ugh. People often ask me why i never ran a marathon back in the day - well i said it was boring, but really the truth is that i can't bear crowds.
The beach was a mess. Plastic bottles, my nephew found a colostomy bag, plastic buckets, noodle packets, brooms... you name it, the detritus of humanity, from all four corners of the Earth strewn on the shores of Singapore.
|So this i liked|
|I would have used that everyday if i was at the beach|
|The hawker centre there|
|It was getting super hot at this point in time|
|I find it hard to believe that it is only 36 deg C|
|Taking the bus home|
In time-honoured tradition i fell asleep on the bus as we meandered back to Ang Mo Kio Ave 3. My sons spent most of that journey messing about.