Punggol End - Part 2
Continued from Part 1.....
Well, we were here on something that looked like Baby's Breath. All babies' breath smells good until they burped after milk. As people grew up, their mouth stinks for food and other abuses of the orifice or the words they use frequently and of course babies have purity and innocence.
I came across a fallen tree. I feel its branches and roots looking at me. Was it struck by lightning or has weak roots?
It is a huge tree but its roots are not deeply rooted. Your values, principles and relationships are like tree roots. They can be easily uprooted at the slightest provocation when the roots are shallow.
We caught a good sign! It isn't that building right behind but a little farther down.
This is the Cowboy Mart shown on the previous sign. An uncle runs the place. I spoke to him and he is doing fairly well selling drinks, biscuits, etc.
He had a little fountain in which he rears his cute little puffer fish.
The caravans we saw earlier were actually caravan-shaped chalets!
You can bring your children here for pony rides at $10 per ride.
Pony for your children and big horses are available for the adults.
It was windy and these were spinning.
Would you stay here for a retreat?
Hey, a nice door knocker of a horse head with a horse shoe around it. You can mount one on the bonnet of your car and look a million bucks.
Just look at the horse. Things are pretty stable here.
A Christmas tree?
There you have it. The moment you have been waiting for.
I got it checked out and recce for you. All day breakfast and they serve beer. Great for a hot afternoon or evening.
Why B and B and its operating hours. Care to invite me?
I chanced upon this tree rarely found these days. The "Buah Cherry" tree. We would make our own toys when young or grandma would help make them such as toy rifle or pistols cut out from wood panels from wooden boxes. Rubber bands were used as the pulling force of the trigger and "buah cherry" as ammunition. Ouch!!
Reflections of my life, an old favourite song of mine by the Marmalade where we used to jammed and sang:
This was where seafood restaurants were on both sides of the road housed on wooden floors and walls. There was a bus stop at the end and even a single pump diesel/petrol station for buses and all buses when reaching here would make a U-turn despite being the very tight space. Walking further down would get you to the jetty. Even tourists came by bus.
We were leaving. The canopy of the trees on both sides are now thinner. The original type of old bus stops that lined the road here and elsewhere like Yio Chu Kang were long gone. I wanted to capture them as I saw them whenever I went fishing but alas!
Time for rest, food and drinks. We adjourned to Punggol Marina. The place has changed. There is this seafood joint that seems specialised in Garoupa. This is a Goliath Garoupa.
Red Garoupa.
Garoupa and Oyster.
I have never tried the seafood here but I like the ambience by the sea. Picture yourself with family and friends enjoying a good meal.
They have caught and sold Goliath Garoupa here like 220 kg. type.
They once had returning fishermen with such a haul and catch of Marlin. Wonder if they sold it?
Great Atlantis. Have you tried it before?
What are these stoves for? Drunken prawns or drunken men? Or for "Feng Shui".
I spotted a huge beetle suggesting the wildlife here is still okay.
The Marina is still a nice place with a fishing pond nearby.
Tilapia are what is being called "marine chicken" because they are the cheaper fish with lots of meat that can feed many.
We were in need of a top up. The gasoline in human bodies is getting low. We came to an aptly named "17th Avenue".
Where a beer costs as much or little as $5.40 per bottle (small).
The food is surprisingly good. Be it fish and chips.
Or simply Hawaiian pizza.
There is a Punggol Seafood and a Sakura Grill there too. Or just chilled out here in the evening.
Singapore is small and yet there are so many places we haven't been or was there too long ago. The pace and changes are relentless. It was a walk down memory lane for me. Not only are my memories fading but the real places are no longer what is used to be. How are we to cling on to remnants of what little is stored in our memory? The changes are rapid and incessant. Is this the end? yes, Punggol End.
Come join me at Punggol. Walk, run, cycle, eat, drink and be merry!
Come join me at Punggol. Walk, run, cycle, eat, drink and be merry!
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