I paid what is probably my last visit to Sentosa this afternoon. My roommates and I have taken in most of the attractions in our three trips there, and we covered the remaining parts of Fort Siloso (we saw most of it last time, and today it seemed surprisingly small and less impressive) and the visually appealing Songs of the Sea show. We learnt a lesson- never go by adjectives, especially when it comes to tourism. The ‘longest’ tunnel at the fort turned out to be a short walk, and it wasn’t even much like a tunnel. It was damp and dank and smelt very musty, indeed- but apart from that, there was nothing sinister or extremely evocative about it.
We ended up at the souvenir shop like typical tourists, and as the man at the counter wrapped up my purchase, I asked him a question I’d been long wanting to ask the people working there- what it was like to come to work to the island everyday. He thought for a moment, and told me it was quite tiring- “but this is the retail shop with the best view here”, and that his colleagues were fun to be with. I like optimism. He was very friendly and cheerful, and it must take a good deal of patience and saintliness to have to smile at every person who comes in and maintain an outward semblance of serenity, notwithstanding the rain or shine within.
Songs of the Sea is a tantalising treat- lights playing on water sprayed from the sea, huts on stilts forming the ‘village’ on the coast, colours conjuring magical shapes in the air, playing out the story of a sleeping princess awoken by a village lad’s mesmerising song- telling how, along the way, he restores the lost arts and powers of various other beings. A short, simple tale, told in sparkling lights reflecting off the sea-spray, taking you back to when fairy tales were real, the whole entire truth, and being a child was all that mattered.
One weekend remains, and considering I have to use it well, I’d rather not do any planning.