The taxi approaches to the stand at a major hospital in Singapore. I always walk up there to hire a cab to reach the office every day. Speculating on the never failing dependency of urbanites from the quick fixes and treatments provided by the Medical Science, there is always ample availability if cabs there. I am first in line and with impatience am noticing the rather slow attitude of the alighting passenger in paying the hire fee and in getting off the taxi. Even more annoying is the fact that he’s not even acknowledging my presence and slams the taxi door behind him, while I was hurrying to jump in. I react politely albeit irritated and reopen the door to take my own ride. The passenger suddenly realizes and humbly apologizes and slowly walks away inside the hospital.
“He’s almost 90% blind”, comments the cab driver shortly after, “I fetch him to work every day and often here to the hospital. He’s got a degenerating eye disease but makes a point in continuing to contribute to his work to support his family of three”.
Now, when I talk about challenging my comfort zone, I am still taking for granted too many blessings which I seldom acknowledge and quietly appreciate. I felt confused and sorrowful for snapping and being judgemental, and will remember this small but enlighting episode for further reflection.
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In a recent Sunday walk, a couple of senior ladies surprised me for their determination and daring attitude. In front if a closed gate a few hundred meters from the final trekking destination, I felt at a loss in dealing with mounting frustration. Not many options were available. Either to climb over the gate, in an overt act of trespassing a private property, or turn back in search of a more convenient passageway. I opted to walk back alongside the fence around and eventually found a break to sneak through and reach the target destination. Once there, with dismay, I saw the two ladies approaching from the straight direction and I prompted them whether someone opened the gate for them in the meantime.
“No”, they answered un a giggle,”….we just climbed over!”.
The candid answer prompted me with some thinking whether the straight approach to obstacles is the right decision compared to going around them. I concluded that every situation requires a different evaluation of the odds, but I could not help admiring the ladies for their courage and athletic fitness. My old male ego was also harmed a bit…..
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A refreshing Sunday walk from Bukit Timah Railway Station (BTRS) up to Tanjong Pagar Railway Station (TPRS). It has been quite some time I wanted to walk the distance on the trail which now replaces the old railroad tracks now removed after the decommissioning of the railway a couple of years ago following a treaty with Malaysia. Malaysia now operates the railway starting from the Woodlands Station instead of the original starting point at TPRS. Singapore got the ownership of the piece of pristine land once occupied by the railway tracks and Malaysia got a few plots of high value land in Marina Bay.
At this time this 12.5Km strip of land is awaiting final destination and has been called the Green Corridor. Actually a white panel at the TPRS is polling from citizens who are eventually also nature enthusiasts about what options would be desirable for the final destination of the Green Corridor
I started from home at 6:00am to pick up Lynette at her place in Holland Village and then we proceeded togheter to the BTRS which is located at the side of Bukit Timah Road at about King Albert’s Road. Whoever arrives on foot from the South there is a short climb to reach the plateau of the station just were the iron railway bridge crosses at about the Sime-Darby building. Whoever comes from the North there is a much easier access road before the bridge itself.
At the station a small crowd was listening to a few historical remarks from the organizers of the Open Day and was getting ready to start the walk.
The first part of the trail (up to about Queensway)is the most interesting as it crosses a forested area with waterways and a remarkable bio-diversity. In the open plains after Queensway and the Buona Vista MRT station the path widens with a number of crossings for local residents of the nearby communities.
The area is dotted by magnificent black & white bungalows. Drinks can be purchased nearby a small Mosque with a very friendly imam by the name of Ali.
Passed the Portsdown neighborhood, the tracks run parallel to the AYE, and the noise of the traffic and the heavy populated and built-up area are reducing the interest of the walk. As a suggestion it is advisable to end the walk at this point.
Approaching the TPRS and final point of the trek is not totally friendly since a number of fences delimit the area. Actually I’d say it is quite disappointing not finding locally any posting or signage on the best way to reach the station A break in the fence is suggesting a possible approach, but later one other fenced barriers will prevent to reach the destination.
After a long detour with no apparent way outs, finally we discovered another hole in the fence to reach safely Spottiswoode road and to walk around the TPRS building for the entrance.
The end of the trek was reached at 11:30am after a total of 21.4Km. Next stop was a so needed wanton and noodle restaurant to replenish all the mineral salt evaporated during the 5 walking hours. Surely quite a nice day (with Lynette Foo and Alberto Carimati)