Local Heart, Global Soul

November 20, 2012

Mother Nature’s Tattoos…

Filed under: ART,PHOTOGRAPHY,Rasa Sentosa,SINGAPORE — kiwidutch @ 1:00 am
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If you have been following my blog for any length of time at all you will know that I like to take photographs of very ordinary things, extraordinary things (when the opportunity presents itself) and everything in between.

I’m a detail fanatic, possibly to the point of perversion on occasion (Yes, I did draw a portrait built up entirely of minuscule dots from a 1 millimetre fine-liner black pen once many moons ago) and I’ve been known to embroider on 120 count  (that’s the number of threads to the inch) silk gauze too.

Small is often very beautiful… so it’s no surprise that I’m the idiot photographer who, when there are stunning views to be had within Singapore’s Rasa Sentosa hotel, is the one who’s pointing my camera lens towards the floor.

There’s a good reason for this… (well in my little tiny mind there is at least LOL)… the paving stones in the floor have fossilised plants in them and I find them stunning, intricate and beautiful.

These little plants may have had the misfortune to get trapped in layers of mud instead of falling from their trees and contributing to natures compost but their mud pack served to keep them preserved for millions of years, or at least if the organic contents is long gone, the detailed outline of what they once were remains.

Whilst some resemble what the Amazon river must look like from space, I think others look like Mother’s Nature’s tattoo’s … this is rock formation  ‘body-art”,  the detailed artwork that adorns the greater body of nature for millennia and in the kind of tiny detail that human tattoo artists can only dream about achieving.

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November 19, 2012

An Arty Lunch On The Beach…

Filed under: PHOTOGRAPHY,Restaurant and Cafe,SINGAPORE,Trapizza — kiwidutch @ 1:00 am
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The trolley-bus that we are taking to the beach has now completed it’s journey after our unexpected stop to take photographs of the monkey’s that appeared on the hotel driveway on the way down.

Usually we are at Trapizza for dinner, but this time we are here for lunch so I’m busy taking photos in the brighter light than of other visits.

Once again I take an interest in the making of our pizzas, but there are also some “arty” photos to be found on the beach, zooming in on the ships in Singapore Harbour, the palm trees and beach between us and the hotel, in the checked shadow patterns  made by the chairs on the beach, and on our table in the colours of our glasses of cold drinks.

The mood today is very relaxed and lazy, Little Mr. alternated between polishing off slices of pizza and playing with the plastic kid toys on the sand out the front of the restaurant.  He was however (strangely enough LOL) almost glued to our table once the ice-cream dessert arrived.

Once we finished our long relaxed lunch we call the trolley-bus to collect us again and after a trip  to our room to get changed, the kids and Himself are off to the pool, and I’m ready to put my foot up and have a siesta. Sometimes when travelling you just need a lazy day off to recharge your batteries.

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November 18, 2012

Monkey Business Probably Stinks Sometimes…

Filed under: PHOTOGRAPHY,Rasa Sentosa,SINGAPORE — kiwidutch @ 1:00 am
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In this blog you get to turn the pages of my journal and read all about our families adventures at home and abroad.

Earlier this year we we visited New Zealand and I’ve been blogging about our adventures ever since.

Yesterday I got a rare chance to photograph some of the local wildlife when a peacock turned up on our patio to take advantage of the old bread I’d put there, other birds joined it and I got some photos I was really happy with.

We live in an apartment and have no pets due to allergy issues so I don’t really get to take animal or bird photos much, so imagine my surprise when we take the little trolley bus from the Rasa to our favourite pizza place Trapizza on the beach and on the drive down the hill suddenly we spy monkeys!

The driver asks if we would like to stop and take photographs and our excited “Yes, pleeaase!!!” was received with a smile… one monkey was very close immediatly to the left of us and another  five or so monkeys were further down the drive on the right.

The monkeys on the right began to follow the one on our left so came right up to the low wall next to us that ran along the driveway so we get to see the at very close range.

Two walk off, one of the “pack” sat down on the wall, another joined it and started a detailed investigation of the first monkey’s rear end… all of the sudden to our children’s delight the second monkey puts it’s hand up to it’s face as if  to say ‘phrrr ewww ”  whilst the first monkey stalks off…  Little Mr. is certain that the first monkey farted in the second monkey’s face and is in muffled hysterics.

We watch the monkeys until they move behind us out of camera range… with kids giggling in the back of the trolley bus we continue our journey down the hill. Two ‘ wildlife” catches in one morning!  I’m buzzing…

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November 17, 2012

I’m as Proud as a Peacock!

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Another page of my diary where at the moment I am documenting our travels to New Zealand and back earlier in 2012.

Now we are on our way home to the Netherlands but since we have a friend here in Singapore our stopover’s here have gradually gotten longer and longer.

After a brilliant day-trip to Melaka, Malaysia yesterday everyone is feeling tired and lazy today so a little while after breakfast the kids drag Himself to the pool for a swim and I do a bit of cleaning and tidying in the room.

There’s a washing machine available in the hotel (that I posted about here: https://kiwidutch.wordpress.com/2012/01/16/new-572/) so I’m sorting dirty clothes so we can do a load of laundry and cleaning out the little refrigerator in our room because we put some bread in there for Little Mr. the day before yesterday and he didn’t eat it.

He hadn’t been hungry at breakfast but has an annoying habit of declaring he’s ravenous about an hour after we’ve left the hotel breakfast table so I’d packed some bread rolls and a croissant for him and put them in the fridge and half of it was still there two days later.

Now I’ve got some fruit I want to put into the fridge, and the bread’s gone rock hard so I broke up the bread and put it on the table outside our room for the birds.

About fifteen minutes later whilst I’m tracking down discarded kid socks on the floor around the pull-out bed in our room I catch a movement outside in the corner of my eye and look up just in time to see a peacock  flying up onto the wall between our patio and the next room.

Forget the socks, I’m now reaching for my camera as slowly and as swiftly as I can, scared that any sudden movement will frighten the bird away but also if I move too slow that the window of opportunity will be lost. My first shots are taken through the glass window but as both the bird and I grow more confident with each other’s presence I summon up the courage to ease the sliding door open  just enough to poke the camera lens out …

Bracing myself on the bed I attempt to try and zoom in as much as possible… a little drama unfolds as a little bird with a bright yellow beak and matching  knee socks joins us, then another, until peacock decides that three’s a crowd on the table and that the supply of bread looks like disappearing a little too quickly at this rate and shoo’s them off in no uncertain terms, but not before the interlopers had stolen some breakfast to take with them.

Peacock tolerates my presence at close quarters but then all of a sudden begins a song and dance that involves much feather ruffling and fluffing up of it’s rear end… did I startle it?  No… the song and dance turns out to be for the mate who turned up to see where the party’s at.

I get to see a full feather display but these peacocks have their bright colours like jade necklaces at their necks rather tan on their tails, very different from their European cousins. Wildlife photography is a bit of a hit and miss affair with me so far (actually if I’m really honest it’s usually “miss”) so I was delighted for a chance to  practice a little with an obliging and somewhat  tame model.  Here are the results…

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I’m going to call this next shot the “Vogue Cover Shot Pose’ …

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And the shot I like best of all? …This one…

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November 16, 2012

Pippy Pizza Anyone?

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We’ve had a long day visiting Melaka but now it’s evening and we’re back to the Rasa Sentosa.

Everyone is starving hungry so the kids are even willing to fight their tiredness for the treat of a mega quick dip in the pool before dinner.  We hadn’t realised it before but the Silver Shell restaurant also has a Children’s Menu.

Kiwi Daughter spies that there is Pizza available so is instantly happy and for Little Mr. we ask one of the chefs if it’s possible to get some plain boiled spaghetti with a little cheese on top and a few chicken nuggets on the side.

The chef was most happy to oblige and soon both kids were  tucking into their favourite dinners. (Little Mr. especially thought he’d won the lottery because  I severely disapprove of commercially prepared chicken nuggets at home, preferring to make my own so that I know what’s in them).

He was so hungry that he didn’t really want to wait for his food to have it’s photograph taken, covering it with his hands… so I did the old “Oooooh look over there!” trick and he fell for it and I got the one and only shot I needed.  Ah ha… a full ten second delay before he was happily eating.

Kiwi Daughter had a giggle when her pizza arrived, it’s the same mega thin crust that we love from Trapizza a little way down the beach (the Rasa own Trapizza too) but she thought it looked like it has “Pippy Langkous” (a.k.a. “Pippy Longstocking”) pigtails sticking out on each side.

This discovery caused the kind of hysterical giggles that kids ( and probably especially overtired ones) are famous for, you know the sort, way too much laughter in proportion to the joke… but never mind, we were dining late and were sat in the corner so I don’t think we offended other diners.

Dinner this evening ended up being more of a business than leisure affair as we raced to get Little Mr. fed before he fell asleep in his food. The inevitable happened just after Himself bought our desserts from the buffet to the table… Little Mr was awake but wanted a cuddle in my lap when Himself left the table and had nodded off before he came back so he slept in my arms during dessert and Himself carried him back to the room after dinner. A happy end to an excellent day…

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October 19, 2012

Really Less of a Border Crossing and More Of An Obstacle Course…

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Now that Indonesia has been stuck off the travel list for this trip, there is only one practical alternative  left for our next adventure: Malaysia.

Last evening we made plans and with the help of Reception were lucky to secure a place on a bus trip, but it leaves very early in the morning so we kick ourselves out of bed bright and early (ok, perhaps a little less of the bright…) take a shuttle bus from the Rasa Sentosa to the Casino on the other side of Sentosa Island, change to a larger shuttle bus and then to our tour bus, one of several parked in the carpark of the  Singapore Flyer.

We sort out our tickets, climb aboard a large air-conditioned coach and a short while later are heading north.

Sentosa island is fairly well at the central southerly point of the island State of Singapore and the place we are headed towards first is pretty well right at the central top of the island of Singapore.

On the Singapore side of the Johor Strait is Woodlands, on Malaysian side is the city of  Johor Bahru, which  is usually abbreviated  by the populations on both sides to “JB”.

Our Singaporean friend “Velvetine’  is not only a mine of local knowledge but also an excellent travel companion and friend. We met in person some six years ago for the first time after meeting several years previous to that via the cooking website “Recipezaar”(now called “Food.com”) so have known each other since about 2003 or 2004.

We are living proof that total strangers on different sides of the world of the kind who were often first dubbed as   “oh,  one of your  imaginary internet friends?” can turn into a fabulous and lasting friendship that apparently only gets better with time.

Her internet nickname has always been “Velvetine” and mine naturally enough is “Kiwidutch” and we discovered that we share a passion for not just cooking and all things Foodie, but also for travel, photography and to Himself’s astonished delight, for the small remote Pacific  island nations, namely Kiribati.

Velvetine is the biggest reason that our Singapore stopovers have grown over the years from 12 or 18 hours to five days, and the time always flies by too quickly and there are always sniffles and handkerchiefs at the airport when we say goodbye.

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Today however we are going on adventures together… and this starts with the leaving of Singapore.

Unlike a bus trip I did as a teenager from France to the uk, where a stack of Passports were collected  by the driver, handed to a customs agent who came on board to check that the faces matched the names and we never left our seats, this is completely different.

We are required to not only exit the bus but also to join  throngs of people streaming into the border crossing building, and on crutches I’m struggling to keep up.

We also have to take a slightly different route to find the lifts and avoid the stairs and to be honest on the Malaysian side it’s not intuitive or brilliantly marked.

We’ve been warned that if we don’t find the bus at the other end it will leave without us because they have a schedule to keep and Velvetine is worth her weight in gold at this moment because she has done this crossing many times before and has a good idea where we could find the lifts and how to get back the the main route again once we had negotiated border control.

Even so we are rushing like lunatics, quicker people in a hurry are weaving around us in droves.  Himself  is herding the kids like little sheep so that they don’t get lost or bowled over, Velvetine is helping us both and even my now strong arms from a year on crutches are aching and feeling like jelly.

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All in all it’s an awful of lot of bus hopping  and walking through the checkpoints of both countries and seems like a lot of hassle, but clearly I’m spoilt by the ease with which we can cross borders within Europe.

Velvetine warns that it’s probably not a good idea to try and take photos inside the customs areas as they may take a dim view for security reasons, so I have no photos of the route inside, but eventually we end up in a basement area where our bus is now waiting in a queue of some twenty others and on the Malaysian side we negotiate the final obstacles which consist of  massive curbs and no ramps down to get to the bus.

Luckily Himself  is on hand to help me negotiate these.  How a wheelchair user would negotiate this terrain and experience I have no idea, except to say  “with great difficulty”.

If there was an easier way to do all this, certainly no one offered to show us  how,  nor were there obvious signs that would help us, so my first impression of Malaysia ended up being that people with disabilities or mobility impaired are not made to feel particularly welcome.

For an exceptionally new building on the Malaysian side it seems unreasonably complicated to negotiate  your way though, is this yet another case of the designer getting a brief for a building but having no contact with the people or experience needed to take place inside it? Who knows? Either way it’s the most tiring, exhausting, rushed and frustrating way I’ve ever had experience to enter a foreign country.

We all flop into our seats on the bus and grab our water bottles out of our backpacks… we’ve successfully crossed the border, let the adventures begin.

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October 18, 2012

The Best Laid Schemes o’ Mice an’ Men…

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You are leafing through the pages of my travel diary of earlier this year. We are in Singapore and had grand plans for today,  but as Robert Burns well knew,  the best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft agley    (often go awry)**.

We should have been going off to Indonesia later today on an extended side trip, and  to this end our Singaporean friend “Velvetine” had been busy finding out about all the best possible places to see, what to do, where to stay etc.

All was well until she was confronted with the problem of visas. Indonesia is a ex-Dutch colony and it’s made fairly easy for most nationalities to visit, but apparently not if you are Dutch.

They are perfectly free to enter the country of course but first they are made to jump through hoops, their visa process is longer, costlier and more complicated.

There’s no problem for me or the kids because our dual nationality means we can park our Dutch passports in our pockets and switch to our  New Zealand Passports to enter Indonesia  and Velvetine has of course a Singaporean passport, but Himself has the Dutch nationality only and getting him into Indonesia today looks neigh on impossible.

Of course this is supposed to be totally unrelated to the fact that Indonesia is an ex-Dutch colony and of course there is no bias  “officially”. We try to make some phone calls and see what’s possible, and everything is possible, just not very easily in the time frame we need.

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We are fully prepared though to do a little running around when Kiwi Daughter comes back from  a walk outside complaining of a stomach ache.

This is a common complaint for her and usually means she’s overtired and hasn’t been drinking enough water.

My foot swelled up rather dramatically on the flight (simply because I couldn’t elevate whilst we were in transit) and the swelling hasn’t reduced much yet so I’m laying on the bed with the phone,  trying to sort things with my foot in the air via almost every pillow available.

We take stock of the situation and decide that trying to rush around getting Himself’s visa in order  is only going to get stressful and we can’t ignore the physical signs that we probably haven’t done enough to shake off the jet-lag.

We are on the phone to Velvetine and jointly decide that a change of plan is needed.  No far flung adventures today. Instead, more rest is required and we can look for something different for tomorrow. Indonesia is better planned for another time when Himself can come fully prepared for the visa drama and when I’m back walking normally again.

Instead, Kiwi Daughter drinks a lot of water and then curls up next to me and we both sleep soundly for a few hours whilst the boys go swim in the  pool and play sandcastles further down the beach.  Kiwi Daughter wakes up later feeling totally refreshed and  the swelling in my foot is even a bit less.

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We spend the day lazing around and the whole family feels better for it.

We voted earlier in the day to return to our favourite restaurant  “Trapizza”just down the beach and Velvetine will join us after she finishes work.

The kids start a small argument about who gets to sit on my knee  if we get to take the beach wheelchair again… they both plead exhaustion and say they really can’t walk there. The beach wheelchair was brilliant within the grounds of the hotel, but the car park at the bottom of the hill has some tall curbs which are difficult to negotiate so  I have a better idea.

There’s a large golf-cart like vehicle parked outside the hotel, I ask at reception if  it’s possible to be given a lift to the restaurant and back, no problem at all… our carriage awaits. After our meal all we need to do is to give an indication when we need transport back and they will send someone down again to collect us.

I order Pizza to share with the kids, Velvetine orders the Ravioli al Salsa di Noci (mushroom ravioli and sage tossed with walnut butter sauce) and Himself goes for the Spaghetti (I think it was “Aglio Olio”, a spaghetti with garlic, basil, olive oil, chilli and parmesan cheese).

For both the verdict was the same, very tasty but miniscule portions. Even in this heat Himself wants more than the tiny amount of pasts that barely cover the bottom of the plate. Oh well… it’s a definite “yes” for dessert then.

After dinner our “taxi” comes to  retrieve us and once the kids are in bed and sleeping, with the assistance of some helpful staff at Reception and some telephone calls we plot revised adventures for tomorrow.

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** From Robert Burns’ poem To a Mouse, 1786. It tells of how he, while ploughing a field, upturned a mouse’s nest. The resulting poem is an apology to the mouse: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_a_Mouse. The saying has now come to mean that even the most carefully prepared plans can go wrong.

October 17, 2012

Arriving In the Stillness of the Very Early Morning…

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There’s nothing like being out and about very early in the morning… it’s doesn’t really matter where you are in the world:  there is a distinctly different atmosphere that pervades even the busiest city at 6.00 or 7.00 a.m. in the morning that completely disappears by 8.00 a.m. when the volume on the hum of traffic rises, the number of vehicles swells and depending on the place and the time of the year, the sun has risen.

We landed around 6.00 a.m. in the morning and even with a long walk through the terminal and the usual necessities of clearing customs and baggage retrieval,  it’s quiet enough at this hour that we are already getting into a taxi  45  minutes later.

The sky may have looked bright and sunny when I looked out of the aeroplane window, but on the ground it’s definitely looking darker as the sun peeps over the horizon and through the trees.

There’s something special about sunshine in the very early morning,  the rays emit a softer eerie glow that  is peaceful and exudes a sense of calm which only lasts for a short while …

…it’s the stillness before the full intensity bursts out and the pace of life and brightness switch to full volume, full colour, full strength and full on.

The trees are in silhouette  as the sun shines through them,  ideal subjects for my “interesting tree for possible sketching” file and later the soft light of the morning sun glistens on the Marina Bay Sands,  the Singapore Flyer and the Botanical Gardens as we glide by on the motorway.

Probably you think I’m mad… but in my defence the Dutch are famous for their obsession with light, so my artistic soul must be simply following it’s destiny imprinted on my DNA.  (…or maybe not, but I’ll blame my DNA anyway so that you don’t think I’ve lost my marbles).

It’s  wasted on the kids, they are both cuddled up in the back seat sleeping, time zones and jet-lag having gotten the better of them within minutes of getting into the car.

The photos I took from the plane and the one here were all taken in a sequence of say two hours… and yet the light in all of them is so vastly different. We live in a fascinating world.

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October 16, 2012

Fasten Your Seatbelts, We are About to Land in a New Adventure…

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If  I get the choice I like the window seat when we fly: I especially like  it camera in hand,  taking off or coming into land somewhere (in daylight) as these are the exciting bits of  flying that mean you are stepping into the next phase of your adventure.

Ok, truth be known I could do without all the hanging around at airports, the queues at check in,  the lines at passport control,  the opening bags and removing laptops and nebulizers for the security checks, getting to the gate, waiting at the gate and actual boarding…these are the boring bits, but necessary too.

Then I remember that my Father emigrated to New Zealand by ship and his one-way journey took six weeks via the “quick route” of the Panama Canal, so  it just goes to show how impatient people have become (well, maybe not you, but I’m guilty)  and how we take the speed of travel today so very much for granted.

On this trip we get to come into land in Singapore very early in the morning and although there is some hazy cloud at first whilst we are still about 40 minutes out from the airport, it quickly clears over Indonesia as we descend and I can start looking at the aerial views of Indonesia by the window.

I can’t move too much because Little Mr. has fallen asleep and whilst still in a semi upright position is leaving heavily on me.

Since he sometimes gets bad ear pain during aeroplane descents I’m trying not to wake him. Also a wheelchair will be waiting for me at the gate,  the system is  that we get to be  first on when boarding the plane but will be last off… so we aren’t going to be in any rush after we land anyway.

I know better than to try and fight Little Mr’s biological clock that, still on New Zealand time is telling him that it’s one or two in the morning, so the longer he sleeps now the better.

The plane gets gradually descends and just a few of the many islands of Indonesia that are closest to Singapore come into view… we see coastlines, islands,  inlets and bays with everything from fishing vessels, industrial areas, farms and what might be appartments, to jungle. Do I see mining?  Who knows.

Suddenly a familiar ribbon of ships appears,  more ships than I can count and you can easily see that far away on the horizon the number of them only increases… that’s the direction of Singapore harbour, one of the busiest ports in the world.

Then the tip of Singapore itself comes into view,  a less busy corner of the island with manicured golf courses and lots of green spaces… and then all at once the end of the runway appears… Trays have been returned to the upright position, (kid almost too), seatbelts are on and we are coming in to land…

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October 15, 2012

Stoking Up for New Adventures…

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We are back at Singapore’s Rasa Sentosa Hotel on Sentosa Island. We flew out from Christchurch  New Zealand in the morning, the flight took nine hours and 50 minutes (tail wind , so not bad at all!) and Singapore has roughly a 6 hour time difference with New Zealand, so the first item on the agenda after getting to the hotel is a shower and a decent sleep to try and shake off the worst of the jet-lag. Now we are hungry and it’s time to start the day with yet another fabulous breakfast before setting out on another day of adventures… yum!!!

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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