by Kerry Tolson @kerrytolson.com
I was looking forward to ending off 2016; it’d been a turbulent year – ills and spills, headaches at work, writers block, microphone attacks during public speaking engagements, only one-week-away the whole year – just to name a few of my sad-sack quibbles that had gathered... and let's not forget that the world at large had gone a little strange; all my 80's idols suddenly popped off to have a rave party in the sky and a reality Z-lister was becoming leader of one of the most powerful nations on earth... so I couldn’t think of a better way to wave it off than to spend the last day of 2016 looking at a bridge. And not just any bridge, but the award winning Henderson Waves Bridge.
When I mention to Mal I want to go visit a bridge, he looks at me in alarm, obviously remembering another New Years trip away – a drive through south-east Victoria - in which I insisted on visiting every bridge mentioned in the tourist-information pamphlets, there were a lot of bridges!
‘How many more bridges do you want to see Singapore?’ he asks me with bewildered amusement.
I know where he’s going with this – Singapore has some great bridges, from the gorgeous ornate Anderson Bridge, the delightful twisty-wisty Helix Bridge, the simply beautiful Cavenagh Bridge - that I drag him over on every visit and the formidable Esplanade arches which I drag him under on every visit. Yes I have to admit, I do love the bridges of Singapore.
Now I had discovered there was another fabulous out-there bridge. Built in 2008, Henderson Waves is the highest pedestrian bridge in Singapore (36mts) and straddles the six-lane Henderson Road, connecting Mount Faber Park to Telok Blangah Hill Park.
As I do my little bit of research on how to get to the bridge, by little I mean, let’s find how to get there five minutes before we leave and find that other than catching a bus or taxi to Faber Mount, the only other way besides walking… is to take the cable car.
No biggie for most people, just a pop down to Harbour Front and grab a ticket, five minutes later you’re at Faber Peak… or maybe that should be after waiting in line for 25minutes to buy that ticket… but, as I’m about as ‘adrenaline junkied’ as a cat wanting to take a bath... cable cars are not high on my list of fav things to ride in.
Seriously the thought of hopping into a glass box attached to a piece of fairyfloss and being dangled, swung and jerked hundreds of meters in the air doesn’t hold much appeal for me and although I’ve gritted my teeth and have ridden in a cable car numerous times in various places throughout the world, there have been more times than not when I’ve got to the ticket box stood in line for more than 25minutes and then chickened out upon reaching the counter. I remember one time in Malaysia, going to the Langkawi SkyCab four times over five days and at each ticket-purchase-moment had turned and run.
After finding that it’ll take around three quarters of an hour and two changes of busses to get to the car park of Faber Peak -one way, I decide to man-up and take the cable. However, upon arriving a Vivo City, Mal realizes he has left his hat back at the hotel. It’s a scorcher of a day and so we spend close to an hour wandering around the thousands of shops, going up and down escalators and getting lost on the multitude of floors, looking for a hat.
Why are there only beenies being sold in Singapore in December?!?
It takes mere minutes to arrive a Faber Peak via the cable and on the way up the views are impressive, Mal becomes very excited about it – lots of cranes, containers, the occasional cruise ship and in the near distance masses of container ships filling up the bay.
I’m equally impressed with the summit of Mount Faber. A stunning reception area/café tucked neatly into a cool forest, the wrap-around deck wrapped in thousands of bells dedicated to love.
The ‘love locks’ fad took hold in the noughties and is particularly popular in Europe, the most famous being the Paris ‘love bridge’ - Ponts-des-Arts Bridge which keeps ‘being removed’… the locks that is, not the bridge. Since then it has spread throughout the world much to the annoyance of various council authorities as they see it as litter and vandalism, and we even have it in Australia; the rusty locks are popping up in random places, like the carpark of my local Ballina beach.
And it turns out that it's not a new idea either, sitting in the corner of the garden is an enormous brass bell that dates back to 1909 and its resounding gong rings out for everlasting peace for all.
All those bells! I can’t help myself and just have to do a ‘ring-of-happiness’ lap.
Mount Faber is a breath of fresh air and so cooling.
It’s also noisy. In a beautiful way.
Filled with the song of birds, the area is abundant with them and the colour astounding as bright yellow, blue and red flashes among the leafy canopy and throughout the bushes and flowers.
Faber Peak is also home to one of the Merlions of Singapore.
Singapore has five ‘official’ merlions, or if counting the unofficial, it has 7. Faber Peak’s sweet little cub is considered an ‘official’.
The tapestry of timber slats used for the walkway and hidden alcove seats softens the ‘waves fall’ giving a feeling of being hugged into it.
Mal however sees it as a great climbing opportunity and like a big kid scrambles around it. He’s not the only one. It’s a little hard to photograph the bridge and 'stage' its beauty; firstly because the forest hides the ‘bottom’ waves - you sort of have to poke your head through the slats above the seats, and secondly because there are huge crowds of people strolling along its lines. It’s an extremely popular bridge for people of all ages and fitness levels, evident by the groups of joggers who gallop past.
Our ticket gives us a return trip, not just to/from Faber Peak, but also across to Sentosa Island.
Now I have no desire to re-visit Sentosa again, the memory of being there, becoming hopelessly lost in the underground car-park and then paying nearly nineteen dollars each for a beer to drown our frustrations at getting lost in the car-park was still raw (a 2013 trip), so when buying our cable car tickets I incessantly quizzed the poor attendant and made her promise emphatically that we did not have to get out of the car when it came to the Sentosa station. Just as we re-boarded the car, I checked this again with the Mount Faber attendant. Yes, I did get a weird exasperated look… from both the attendant and Mal.
As our car lurchs across Kepple Harbour to Sentosa I find myself swallowed up in the beauty and spectacle of Sentosa from the air, it has a ‘fairy-tale-cum-disney-land’ look about it and for a fleeting second I consider the thought of getting off at the station. That is until I see the web of paths and the masses of people moving along them - it’s crowded. Well it is the last day of the year and Sentosa is a hotspot for New Years celebrations.
Ah! New Year Eve, I'm all excited, it’s time to ring in 2017
by Kerry Tolson @kerrytolson.com
'Come on, hold my hand, we're going to hell.' A sentence you wouldn't expect to hear from a parent to their child. But these were the tender words we hear a dotting dad cheerfully murmured to his sweet toddling son of about 3years-of-age as we followed them under an arch and into a cave.
And hell it was!
It had me pondering the question:
What in the hell do they put into Tiger Balm!
... and was this the result if you rubbed on too much?
Day three of our jaunt around Singapore found us wandering through the extremely bizarre garden-gnomes-on-crack wacked-out gardens of Haw Par Villa, theme-park and the one time home of the Tiger Balm barons and brothers, Aw Boon Haw and Aw Boon Par.
Though I should add, there's not a single garden gnome to be seen among the 1000 garden statues that make up this park. however gorillas, mermaids, camera wielding badgers, gun toting elephants, dali-esque giraffes, human-headed-sword-waving crabs are all there, mixing it with serene buddhas, jitterbug jiving couples and crazed-eye white rabbits that would look right at home in a Monty-Python skit. The acid-trip psychedelic landscape is seriously mind-blowing and has us spinning between the emotions of screaming with laughter and being seriously freaked out.
Just to give the heads up....
disturbing images coming up
like this one....
and this little eye opener
One of three 'Tiger Balm Gardens' in the Asia region (the other two - Hong Kong and Fujian, China - are no longer operating), the Singapore garden opened to the public back in 1937 as an educational facility to teach the Chinese values, mythology and folklore blending Buddhism and Confucian philosophy and expression through various dioramas and displays... but for the life of me, I can't quite figure out what the display above is trying to express... besides milk... 'breast is always best' perhaps. ***
Located well and truly off the regular tourist stomping track, unless you're into shipping containers and cranes then this area would be right up your alley - it's next door to the cargo docks - the theme-park is considered one of Singapore best kept secrets, rarely visited by the tourist hoards. However it is quite possible that every single citizen of Singapore has visited these gardens at least once in their life.
Possibly when they were a child
and quite likely when they were being naughty.
And this could be the reason as to why children are so well behaved in Singapore.
You see the main attraction of this park is HELL.
In fact all Ten Courts of Hell, where the punishment for crimes and misdemeanours are very clearly spelt out.... in gory bloodied graphic detail - and not just the biggies like murder, rape, corruption and dog-earing books (that's a body sawn in half offence! misuse of books).
But also the important crimes. The felonies that drive parents insane - like ,not eating dinner (wasting food - also a sawn-in-half offence), causing trouble for parents (intestines ripped out) and annoying your sister...or brother (being grounded by a large stone).
I can just hear it, it'd be none of this
'wait till your father gets home' threats
or 'if you don't do as your told, you won't be going to the pool '
or 'if you don't stop touching things, I'm going to rip your arms off!'
No, it'd be
'Right! that's it, I taking you to Hell...I'll show you how your arms'll be ripped off'
So, off to hell we skipped,
first past this pair of cuteness - the Haw Par Tiger cubs
then past this not so bundle-of-cuteness
and this too bizarre for words scene
and into the dragons belly we went.
The "Ten Courts of Hell" originally burned away in the tail of a dragon, but over the years the tail became a bit drab as the park fell into disrepair when visitor numbers dropped and so in the spruce up which began in 2011, the tail was turned into a cave depicting hell complete with eerie atmosphere, glowing paint that looks like fire and a bit of musty stink... (tho I doubt the scent wasn't quite what they had plan).
All the big crimes were there;
Corruption - thrown into a volcanic pit;
Rape - head and arms chopped off;
Exorbitant interest rate money-lenders - thrown onto a hill of knives;
Gamblers - frozen into ice blocks;
and Inciting social unrest - tied to a red hot copper, pillared and grilled. (hmmmm a certain pollie of a 'great-again' country might be hoping that's not what happens)
Wandering through it gave us the heebie-jeebies....
...seriously, it fricking freaked me out!
Time to find something cute......
.......although still looking freaky weird
As we giggle our way around we notice there were exhibits that just didn't seem to fit the Buddha/Confucian/Taoist ethos such as - the statue of liberty standing near a pond, in the background a colourful pagoda. Or a cane-toad riding an ostrich.
Or a group of picnicking gorillas, near an oversize, bizarrely coloured kiwi being followed by a line of crazed-eyed kangaroos. And if Hell doesn't give me nightmares, then these horror of every aussie-childs nightmare, the 'dropbear' - huge incredibly evil-looking koalas - will!
Further along are walls of the dioramas depicting scenes of 'everyday' life in very over-reaching realms; a romancing couple chat while an elderly woman tries to steal the woman's bag; a police office questions a man near his car while a woman lies on the road, blood 'pouring' from her head... just up from him is another woman running down the hill, angst written all over her face, yet just near her a group of men play card, gambling and laughing.
Further along a boat is sinking. On the top deck it looks like a scene from the movie 'Titantic' with 'Rose & Jack' . Below them sharks gobble up people as they fall into the waters...
and then there's the bear hunt.
The bears are winning.
Although, the bears look eerily like oversized sheep.
Although there's not a lot of people wandering around the park, there is still quite a bit of activity happing, with a full construction site banging away... sans any barriers. Everything is getting a sweep of glowing colour and the stark contrast between the freshly painted pieces and the faded, paint-curled sections, even in the same exhibit, adds to offbeat atmosphere of the park. As we make our way up through the terraces we find we need to hop-scotch the tools, the wet cement, wet paint and the various vehicles driving around the site.
Interestingly the park is also a memorial with three monuments dedicated to the brothers and their parents.
Despite its gaudiness, bizarre kitsch bewildering scenes, the gardens truly are amazing and delightful to walk around. And although Hell has given me the shivers, the dioramas of the Journey to the West better known as 'Monkey' brought back fond memories of childhood. Not to mention the reminder of my mother's voice constantly telling me 'cleanliness being next to godliness.... so don't forget to wash those ears.'
Haw Par Villa can be reached by the MTR - Circle Line. There's no café/shops in the park or near it (that we saw) so take water/munchies with you. Currently entry is free. There is not a lot of shade either, so take a hat and slap on that sunblock. This place is a great way to spend an afternoon (or morning) and capture some really great 'out-there' photos.
*** (I later read that this is piece is the representation of the ultimate display in filial piety: a woman feeds her mother-in-law while her baby cries. it's all about holding elders in highest respect. )
to my darling daughter-in-law, a glass of wine will be more than fine.
Hello! I'm Kerry
. . . a plan-nothing, have no idea where I'm going travelholic.
A daughter of the gypsies and the wife of a workaholic, I'm forever wondering 'What's over there?' and devising ways to squeeze through the barbed-wire fence of small-business ownership responsibilities and every-day life tangles to discover it.
and this is my book.