MacRitchie Reservoir

Like a couple of nitwits, we waited until the sun was blazing in the sky before heading out on a bus to MacRitchie Reservoir. Any sensible person would go early in the morning (when we were eating breakfast) or late in the afternoon, when the air has cooled, but we chose to emulate mad dogs and Englishmen.

Three views of Penang

We got up reasonably early today (given we'd lain awake watching the execrable Stripes on TV last night until I don't know when) and got a taxi over to Penang Hill, where the funicular took us up to the top.

It's a long way up: so much so that when the train paused at the middle station, I thought we were done. It was only recently installed by a Swiss company, and feels safe, unlike the first incarnation, built using slave labour and shoddy British engineering, and which was broken as soon as it began and had to be replaced over the next three years. Never get colonised, that teaches us.

Over the hill

After 4 days of doing very little apart from sit around the house, I was getting stir-crazy, so this morning we went out to Kent Ridge. It was a blazingly hot day; as soon as we got off the bus we were hot and sweaty, and that was before we had to walk up the hill, on a road that seemed lacking in shade or flatness. I'm not sure how smart this was for me to do, coming off the back of a week without exercise, but I made it up without collapsing into a heap and expiring.