Bus #12 from Tanah Merah to Changi Village, and a quick bumboat ride away, and the contrast is huge. Not dramatic, but definitely a difference of decades. The entire hawker centre at Changi Village seemed monstrous after the quiet leafy-ness.
Fresh off the boat, the turn back was prophetic in a way. The constant sounding of the lapping waves seemed both the call of the mainland buzz and the surrounding embrace of ubin. The opening road in is lined with bikes shops with good sturdy bikes and restaurants with fresh seafood, split about 70:30. Then it’s just mostly tarmac (then dirt) and insects, trees and their varied selves.
We took the eastern route towards Chek Jawa. Not all walks begin stunningly. But this short one was. Maybe this was how singapore looked before the harbours went up, its corners softer, bits un-neatened. The gentle hues were gorgeous. These took time to form and grow. For a while, i considered setting up attap hut there, taking my time along the trees and stones.
City always calls.