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Crazy, mundane, solemn, vulgar yet curiously heart-warming & visually arresting in all its strange simplicity.

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This is Punggol, the last frontier of Singapore.

I remember 4 years ago when I went there for a photoshoot, the land was a barren nothingness punctuated with construction cranes. Now, POOF! It’s all rows & rows of carefully grown buildings angled to catch the sun.

Taking bus 84 will bring you down a lonesome road of jungles galore until you reach the end of it & a gleaming new Punggol Promenade.

Obligatory shot of the jetty & Malaysia, if you squint a bit.

 

Why am I here? To look at rocks, obviously.

 

Actually, remember some years ago when fishermen in Punggol accidentally dug up skeletons in the beach? Yes, Punggol beach, in all its isolated romanticism, is the site of brutal executions by the Japanese in World War II.

Below is a photo of Punggol beach from the Singapore Paranormal Investigator’s site. (Estimated from 2004)

It is said that these very carefully laid out, schematic tiers of boulders along the far western side of the beach is a shrewdly calculated move from the government to prevent anymore pesky fishermen digging up bones from the past.

Alright, so I was walking forever & ever trying to find this exact stone tiers. I basically walked the entire length from jetty to the boating house at the western end almost 2km away! (You must be thinking, 2 clicks? Pffft~ that’s nothing) But I was walking in my extremely uncomfortable rain boots, clipboard in one hand, camera in another – looking like a complete fool who’d lost her way – which is exactly what it is. And then I had to walk BACK!

I found the rocks eventually. They were way back in the beginning, just at the bend before the trek went off to the Land of Oz. And they looked very different.

Can you see the stone tiers below the grass & tree? Yes, they’ve built a jogging track over it, well done!

Here ends my little adventure to Punggol Promenade.