18 June 2014

Red Dot Roaming - Damai LRT - Punggol Waterway

My latest Red Dot Roaming took me to Damai LRT station, OK it's not the MRT but it's close enough and very reminiscent of the Docklands Light Railway in London.  I went to the Damai LRT stop to visit the Punggol Waterway.  This was my first time to this area but I've been reading lots since that Punggol is fast becoming a popular spot on the island so maybe I'll be returning at some point to explore more.

The park though has four themes each catering to different users of the park.  These are the Nature Cove, Recreation Zone, Heritage Zone and Green Gallery.  I visited during the week and as, is often the case, when I do that there was barely a soul around.  The Punggol Waterway Park and My Waterway @ Punggol are joint agency projects between HDB and the National Parks.  Its aim being to turn Punggol town into a 'Waterfront Town' of the 21st Century.  Punggol was once a fishing village with pig and poultry farms and vegetable plantations.  The park therefore aims to make the most of what is left of this setting, combining some of what was already there with the new.  An interesting fact I've since learnt is that Punggol in Malay means, 'hurling sticks at the branches of fruit trees to bring them down to the ground'!  Quite impressive for one relatively short word.

My exploring began in what is the Heritage Zone of the Waterway.  As I walked around it was clear this was once a road and there is even a disused bus stop with the old sign still there.  The wall has some information about some of the nature that inhabits the area as well.  I've learnt since that this was indeed a stretch of the old Punggol Road, so this is one part where the old and new can be seen to have been combined.  Being a bit of a history fan I think this is a nice touch to the park, but although there was some information about the history of the area I would have liked a little bit more.  

The old bus stop and shelter

From the Heritage Zone I carried on walking along the river enjoying my peaceful afternoon stroll.  There are various bridges across the water allowing you to cross to either side at regular intervals.  I decided to walk on until I came to a convenient bridge at some stage, cross over and then walk back to the LRT station on the opposite bank.  

There aren't loads of different things to see along the way but nonetheless it's a pleasant place to go for a walk.  My walk did take me underneath railway lines which from subsequent investigation appear to be part of the Punggol LRT line not yet open due to insufficient development in the area.  When they are eventually opened I imagine the lines will provide some great views across the waterway and surrounding area.

The unopened Punggol Line LRT track above the Punggol Waterway

As my walk took me back towards the road and the LRT station I passed the Watersports Promenade with a boardwalk extending right out into the water.  You can see this in one of the photos further down in the post.  As I said there was hardly a soul around when I was there, I guess it is much busier on weekends!  One other thing that caught my attention on my walk were some fabulously decorated rubbish bins, making a pleasant change from just the regular bins you see in most places.

Two of the many bins I spotted with interesting designs on them

I enjoyed my afternoon walking around the Punggol Waterway.  From what I've read since it certainly seems like a lot more is being done to make this whole area a 'go to' spot.  The old of the old Punggol Road mixed in with the new is a nice aspect to the park in my opinion.  A pleasant spot to visit if you happen to be in the area.

Damai LRT (PE7) is on the Punggol LRT line.  It can be accessed via Punggol MRT on the North East line (NE17).  If you missed any of my previous Red Dot Roaming posts check them out here.

UPDATE - April 2015 - since visiting the Punggol Waterway I've also covered some other parts of the larger North Eastern Riverine Loop through my Red Dot Roaming adventures. Check out my post specifically about the Sengkang Riverside Park and keep your eyes peeled for more that I already have planned for the future.

I also found this really helpful link via the National Parks covering the whole route if you are keen to do some exploring yourself.

16 June 2014


After, what is far too long, my husband has written another guest post for my blog.  Here's his account of his recent visit to Barcelona. 

I recently returned to the UK to visit my children (who live with their mother in Birmingham) and decided to spend a few days with them in the city of Barcelona.  I’d never been (nor had they) and given other circumstances I thought a trip would be worthwhile.  So flights were booked (EasyJet from Gatwick to Barcelona’s main airport) and a request for desired activities issued.  My sons are 10 and 13, the younger one wanted to eat ice cream and go to the beach, the older one wanted to do the stadium tour at the Nou Camp, FC Barcelona’s home, I wanted to see a church.

Arriving on Monday morning at about 10am we made our way to our hotel in a taxi from the airport (approximately 35 Euros).  The hotel was called Hotel Oriente, situated on Las Ramblas.  It's a very central place to stay that throngs with tourists and locals alike, with many restaurants, cafes and ice cream joints.  The hotel was charming in an old world way (very unlike the purely functional  business hotels I use in Asia) with friendly and helpful staff.

Las Ramblas
Our hotel

As we were early we could not check in immediately, so we deposited our bags at left luggage (having made the youngest change his t-shirt which had an obvious hot chocolate stain from brekkie in Jamie Oliver’s Café in Gatwick) and headed out for a wander and a look-see of our environs.  We walked down Las Ramblas towards the port area of town, passing a statue of Christopher Columbus stood atop a tall column looking eastwards out to sea, the base of the column is guarded by a series of cast iron lions.  We passed old colonial type buildings, into a marina area with expensive looking boats and yachts, where we decided to have an early lunch and the week’s first Spanish ice cream (one or two had been consumed over the previous weekend in the UK), finding a bar / café overlooking the water.  Lunch was, of course, tapas of bread covered in tomato sauce (not popular with the youngest), calamari and spicy potatoes with paprika mayo and fries, washed down with water, sprite and a San Miguel.

Christopher Columbus

After lunch, and still being early for our hotel check-in, we checked out one of the street cafes on Las Ramblas and started to plan the rest of our time in Barca.  This included plans for a trip on the cable car that straddles the harbour from the beach at Platja de Saint Sebastia to Montjuic (or Miramar), a visit to the beach (and a wander around the Olympic Harbour), a trip to FC Barcelona to view their (mere) four European Cups and a look see of Segrada Familia (the huge Gaudi-design Gothic / modern cathedral).  In the café, there was a waiter that looked like Adolf Hitler, so the place became a week long favourite with the expression, ‘let’s have a drink in Adolf’s’, serving big lemonades and litre-sized beers.

Once we checked in we discovered that we were unable to charge our communication devices, so a quest for an appropriate adapter plug was necessary. Additionally the sunny weather necessitated a purchase of some high factor sun cream, to protect the fairer skinned amongst us.  On this quest we discovered Placa Reial, a beautiful square just off Las Ramblas with wonderful old buildings and covered walkways.  On the ground floor of all the buildings were a series of restaurants and bars with residential apartments on the higher floors.  In the square ice cream number two was consumed and a decision made to have pizza that evening in one of the other restaurants in the corner of the square, called Roma.  The pizza turned out to be enormous and very tasty.

Placa Reial

Our hotel room rate did not include breakfast, so Tuesday started with a search for something to eat.  We ended up in a place called Café Gaudi (he’s everywhere in the city, literally everywhere there is reference to this famed architect, from his buildings to museums to, like in this case, cafes), where we munched upon Catalan baguettes filled with ham and cheese, chorizo and cheese or bacon, washed down with orange and apple juices and a very strong coffee.  After breakfast, we walked towards the cable car base, around the harbour viewing obscenely large boats, the Museum of Catalonia and the beach. 

The cable car station sits on the edge of the dock, next to a super yacht building yard with the passengers (or victims) having to ascend the metal framed structure towards the windowless cars.  The attraction opens at 11am, however we arrived around 10:30am and were therefore close to the front of the ticket line, for the three of us it was approximately 35 Euros (the place does not accept cards, so take cash).  At the top of the tower the cars await the intrepid explorers.  I’d recommend that you aim to get in the car first and therefore secure a window slot for the obligatory photo opportunities.  We missed this chance and observed that certain nationalities don’t move once their prime position has been secured (relatives of the aforementioned waiter, perhaps).  As the car starts off, it drops on the cables, causing a few mild gasps but then continues to the halfway point, a relay tower (arriving with a bump and a sway) before continuing towards Miramar.  The views from the cable car across the harbour and the city are spectacular allowing the passenger to view the sights of the city, with Segrada Familia in the distance, Gaudi’s other cathedral in the Gothic quarter and the harbour itself.  Upon arrival at the terminus we went to the café for an ice cream to sooth the shattered nerves of a small boy. The café also has excellent views of the city and is on the edge of a tranquil park dotted with Gaudi statues, beneath the Miramar Hotel (that looked far to swanky for us reprobates). 

After a pleasant wander we walked down the hill towards Las Ramblas for some lunch (cheese pizza baguettes), before we decided to walk to a big church (it did not look far on the map).  We walked down a series of medieval streets and stumbled across Gaudi’s first church attempt but continued for the space-ship shaped place of worship.  It was hot (ish), we got lost so we got a cab to Segrada Familia.  I am sure we did three laps of the city and it really was not that far away from our initial point of confusion.  On arrival we discovered that the inside was closed for a private concert that day but would re-open the next day, so we had a look around the outside.  This was a little of a disappointment, the older aspect of the unfinished building looks fantastic, whereas the under-construction part looks like a pure after-thought where no effort had be made to make the new bits look old.  The building is also a lot more unfinished than I expected.  We vowed to return to look inside (another story).  We grabbed a taxi and headed back to Las Ramblas, and more ice cream (and a beer).

Gaudi Cathedral

Segrada Familia

View from the cable car
View from the cable car

Views from the cable car

In the evening we were back in Placa Reial for paella.  One  of the great things about Barcelona is that the restaurants serve paella for one, as opposed to a minimum of two as in other parts of Spain.


It was determined that the next morning would be beach morning, so we wandered back around the harbour after breakfast near the hotel.  The beach itself is sandy with a few pebbles with the Med being quite cold at this time of the year (therefore we only paddled).  There were deck-chairs and sun-loungers for rental (6 Euros each per day) with a series of chaps selling beers and cocktails wandering the sands.  However, as it was before eleven I politely declined the mojitos, (although the young-ish girls next to us did not) as well as the Asian ladies offering foot and back massages, turned down on the basis that it would be cheaper and more painful in Bangkok and I don’t go there either.  After a couple of hours paddling, skimming stones across the waves and watching a fruit loop practicing his flamenco on the beach we decided to wander towards a giant fish like sculpture at the Olympic Marina, where we observed old men playing domino's on beach-side tables (one looked like Fabio Capello, but was not, clearly) and got a drink in that area.  Unfortunately, due to an unfortunate seagull incident we had to return to the hotel for an impromptu shower for the smallest member of our party (as you can probably guess a seagull pooped on him).

After lunch we decided to head back to Segrada Familia to look at the interior of the church, however the line was long and as we reached the front we were informed that tickets were sold out until at least 7pm.  Additionally, we had seen the entrance fees and restrictions on photography inside the church, so decided to bin the idea as bad value.  The next adventure was to attempt to use Barcelona’s underground railway to get back to Las Ramblas, having to change at least once during the process.  Much to the amazement of my eldest son we achieved our objective and celebrated with a drink and eventually yet another ice cream.

Upon our return to the hotel we bought tickets for our trip to the Nou Camp and Barcelona the next day.  It is quite expensive, approximately 25 Euros each and is not open on match days which is why we did not go the day before as we thought the team was playing in the Copa Del Rey (the Spanish Cup) but the game was in Valencia, not Barcelona.

Dinner was tapas in one of the Las Ramblas cafes, with fried croquettes of meat and potato, calamari rings, feta salad, chorizo, spicy potatoes and a Spanish omelette.


On the Thursday we headed to FC Barcelona and the Nou Camp, asking the hotel manager how to get there.  He was upset as Barca had been beaten by Real Madrid in the cup final the night before and banned from buying players for two transfer windows following a breaking of transfer rules in Brazil, this ban is suspended at present on appeal.  The taxi to the Nou Camp took approximately 20 minutes in the morning traffic and cost approximately 20 Euros (quite steep, as it cost 11 Euros to get back a couple of hours later).  

Upon arrival in the museum you are ushered into the trophy room that shows the cups that have been won over the years since the club was founded by an Englishman who wanted a team to play the newly popular game of football around the turn of the century.  This heritage is still shown on the club crest with one segment of the heart represented by the flag of St George.  Within the room there are examples of the Copa Del Rey (not this years, as the game was conceded), La Liga Trophy (this is so enormous one player surely cannot lift it up),  4 UEFA European Cups (or Champions League) trophies (we joked that there is one missing, Liverpool have won 5, AC Milan 6 and Real Madrid 9 – numbers are correct as of today) and finally an exhibit on the number of Ballon D’Or (or golden boots) won by Barca players.  Lionel Messi appears extensively in this section.  The tour then takes you around the stadium through the changing rooms (where there is a revolving display of opponents, none of which are in Real Madrid colours if it can be avoided), on to the edge of the pitch and up into the stands.  The final stop on the tour is the commentators box, high up in the Gods (not for the faint of heart or those suffering from vertigo) before directing people through to the gift shop.

On the Friday morning before flying back we wandered around the Gothic quarter, and had a look inside the original cathedral.

All in all, Barca is a great place.

10 June 2014

#worldcolors #worldcolours - May - Pink - What does pink mean to me?

I seem to be permanently behind on my #worldcolours posts this year but here, just a little late again is my offering for May!  Pink makes me think of the beautiful flowers I only see naturally now I'm living in this part of the world.  I am also reminded of the pinkish tinge of sunsets and the pink of the early morning sky in Singapore just as dawn breaks.

National Orchid Garden, Singapore
National Orchid Garden, Singapore
Botanic Gardens, Singapore
Desert sunset near Dubai
Early morning sky in Singapore

If you missed any of my previous #worldcolours posts, check them out here

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