Visiting the royal hill of Singapore i.e. Fort Canning for the first time in 25 years.
I had a short hiatus with evening walks since my last post, reasons being:
- The Haze. (What else?)
- Went down to Little India to check out the Deepavali/Diwali lights for this year.
- Unfortunately, a noise disturbance issue with my neighbour removed my mood for anything for a few days.
But, I’m back at it, and this time, I decided to check out a revitalised attraction of Singapore i.e. Fort Canning.
Would you believe it? The previous time I went all the way up to the “summit” was in the 90s. 1994, to be precise; I remember because I spent that afternoon reading a Shin Megami Tensei 2 walkthrough at the summit; as in SMT2 for the Super Nintendo.
With so many pictures of our former royal hill being shared on social media nowadays, the new gardens and all, I figured it’s high time that I revisit. Hmm, the place certainly looks and feels different. In fact, it’s so different, the only structure that I recognised was one of the public toilets …
Ascending Fort Canning!
Sang Nila Utama Garden
I was specifically on the lookout for this new attraction, having seen numerous pictures of it online. I’ll confess I was also curious as to how much of a Bali Handara Gate #deepfake it is too.
Raffles Garden i.e. the “Summit”
Let me break the mood a little here. The main reason why I never again went up to Fort Canning Hill since that afternoon in 1994, was because I encountered something weird.
Something truly weird, and lewd.
You see, there used to be this large wooden pavilion near the lighthouse. A square one a few steps away from the “cliff” overlooking Clarke Quay. That memorable afternoon, I strolled past the pavilion and saw the following:
- A teenage couple, in school uniform, in rather intimate positions.
- Squatting at the edges of the pavilion were two middle-age men. They were, you know, spying on, you know …
Would you believe it? Naïve me actually approached one of the older guys as he tiptoed away. I even ASKED him what he was doing, rather loudly, and continued to stare despite him looking supremely aghast.
He didn’t assault me. Instead, he spat, “Looking at you LAH!” in Mandarin. Before storming away.
… Oh foolish me. And the things I used to do! (I leave it to your imagination whether I was really that clueless)
View of Clarke Quay
All pictures were shot with my LG V40.