Ubin 2006, Apr 08

The final tally is 21:60. I'll get them...

It has been close to 3 years since we last came to Ubin (2003). The "group" newly formed after the Ophir trip and Sisters' island camping, both in 2002. Some efforts were taken to "improve" the island but she remained largely unchanged.
The morning (08 Apr) saw our failed attempts in locating Chek Jawa and the afternoon saw our success at catching it at low tide. Silt has turned what used to be a cove into a mangrove beach. There were remains of what looked like a jetty, now having no water under it. It's not a beautiful beach, nor does it have a good view. Life teems on it and it can crawl out around you if you stand still. What irked me was that so called nature lovers had left their trash behind in some of the best spots to sit around. At one of these "campsites", the rubbish easily circled half the site, an area as large as the kick-off circle of a soccer field.
Rain forced us to flee the beach in search of shelter. We searched out the quarry and found it locked. On our way back, an ass went down the road at full speed. I was on the verge of scolding him when he skidded as he tried to do a turning stop. This donkey unfortunately was one of our member and possibly related to me, many centuries back. My account differs from Cheryl's version. Fortunately, he only suffered some graze wounds and some flesh removed from his foot, hanging by the skin. Idiot.
We washed up at the Info counter near the jetty while I failed to get that person to wash with soap. He's the type who bashes through thorn filled vegetation and he's squeamish of the pain that disinfection can cause? Next time I shall hold a mop to his throat and force him.
Dinner was at Terminal, a beer garden theme setup above the jetty on the mainland side. The price was decent and so was the food. We gave the drinks a pass as they were too expensive. We chatted till 8pm and went home to lick our wounds.

-5H2U