The Yes Zone

Orchid porn

July 13, 2008 · No Comments

From the Bird Park, I took a taxi to the Orchid garden. And it finally dawned on me that Singapore was a really small country. The map showed the Jurong bird park at the western end of Singapore, with the Orchid garden at the northern end. The taxi ride took about 10 minutes and cost me S$12. Rumor has it that it takes about 90 minutes to take a taxi cross country and costs around S$35.

When I got to the garden I was a little hungry and decided to eat at the cafe inside. I got my food ticket and looked around for a place to sit. The place was packed and most everybody had a beer or two in front of them and didn’t look like they would move anytime soon, so I started to see if anyone would be willing to share their tables. I shared a table with a couple (and their baby boy and puppy), who were working in Singapore. I got to know about the expat community (very insular, there’s very little contact between groups) and the attractions of Singapore (the food, the apparent safety) and the downsides (no freedom of speech, expensive real estate). And then my food arrived. I had ordered a Nasi Goreng.

I like to consider that I am a good tourist and that I’m accustomed to café style food, but oh my god, even the deli food here is better than good. I kept eating, talking with my mouth full while they laughed and agreed that yes, the food at the café was really good.

Hunger satisfied, I walked inside. The Orchid garden is actually a small portion of the Singapore Botanical Gardens. It has one of the few dog-friendly parks and jogging trails, and there were a lot of joggers and dogs there. I walked over to the Orchid garden, passing what looked like a gorgeous outdoor performance venue.


Performance venue

The Orchid garden was completely awesome. Every few steps/turns, there was another gorgeous orchid, just blooming there.

Get all your Orchid Porn here.

I learnt something new:


The vanilla bean is the fruit of an Orchid

On my way back, I took a taxi to the subway station, and made an offhand comment to the driver about how well the roads were maintained, since I didn’t recall seeing a single pothole in all the time I was there.

And given that this was Singapore where they have a freaking death penalty not just for possessing drugs, but also for having drug metabolites in your system! I expected a brief propaganda speech about how great Singapore was and why every country should be like that. Instead, I seemed to have let loose a torrent of pent up frustrations.

“Yes, of course the roads are good”, he said “they fine all of us and use it to pay the politicians millions and use the rest to build the roads.”
Singapore’s politicians are the most highly paid public servants in the world, with salaries in the millions of dollars.

“They don’t give a damn, they only give fines. Fine on this, fine on that, Singaporeans are opressed, ministers are paind $4 million, they don’t care about being corrupt or how the rest of us live”, he continued.

“Are the taxi fees a lot too?” I asked.

“Yes, yes - there are fees for driving taxi, I have to pay the government ninety dollars for the taxi every day, even if I don’t drive it. I have to renew license every three years and they make you take a physical exam and take more money for it. Driving is even bad - they are charging for driving on the road now. How are we supposed to live?”

Wow, I should have expected that not everyone would have drunk the cool aid.
The rest of the trip was spent in the driver enumerating all his frustrations with the way things are done in Singapore. And no, he was not an immigrant, he was a native Singaporean, watching the cost of living increase (due to the extremely large influx of well-paid expats).

Although, I really liked the Singapore model of congestion pricing: it is dynamic, with the toll adjusted to keep the average speed of traffic on the road to 45 (kmph). The tolls therefore are not a revenue generation mechanism, they’re a speed regulating mechanism.


Congestion pricing done right

I could fully understand the cabbie’s frustration. They were not exempt from the tolls, and had to pay them even if they were empty and cruising for passengers. Naturally, there are no taxis cruising around on streets that are only accessible via a toll road. It also drives more traffic onto “free” roads, making it even harder to get around. Wonder how long people will put up with that?

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Jurong bird park

July 13, 2008 · 1 Comment

Saturday morning dawned and the sun rose at around 6:30 am, giving the clouds a pink-orange lining. I went and had a breakfast (mostly papaya) at one of the food stalls and then set off for Jurong Bird Park. Ignoring all advice to take a taxi, I took the subway there. The names of the stations gave away some of the history of Singapore. Names like “Novena”, “Commonwealth”, “Dover”, “Buona Vista” vied for dominance along with “Plasir Ris”, “Kranji”, “Sembawang” and “Boon Lay”.

I got to the end where the park is located and it promptly started raining. In one way it was good - the absence of the sun made the humidity a little bearable, while the rain made it impossible to walk, so I ended up taking a taxi from the station to the park which was about 2 Km away.

Just outside the main entrance there was a talking bird exhibit, along with a bunch of realistic looking bird cutouts.

In addition to selling tickets, they were also renting out wheelbarrows and strollers you could put your kids in and pull along.

Right inside the park, there was an African wetlands exhibit, with one of the residents (a shoebill) being extremely interested in the ground dwelling bipeds taking pictures. That bird would keep turning round to face a camera brandished by a tourist and stare it down.

The park is not very large, (about 8 square miles) and it has a monorail that goes around the park, stopping at two stations along the way. At this point, I was already drenched in sweat, so the decision was an easy one. The first stop was at the Lory Loft, named after the main inhabitants, the Lories (Lorikeets - a type of parrot). The nice thing about this loft is that it’s a free flight enclosure, with a lot of Lories, who are native to Australia. The first thing that struck me as I walked in was the noise. Those parrot wannabes are loud. And pushy.

You can buy S$2 cups of nectar to feed the birds, and they have become so accustomed to those feedings that the minute someone approaches the railing, they flock, demanding to be fed. I had a red lori scream at me while I fumbled with my camera:

Next to it was a Hornbill and Toucan exhibit. I’d never seen a hornbill before and waited around for the show and tell.

I had a lot to learn. Hornbills are one of the few birds with eyelashes; they need them to keep the moisture out of their eyes in a tropical forest.

And they take their parenting seriously. The female seals herself into the nest, which is a hole in a tree, leaving a tiny sliver open for the male to push food through. The food, usually berries and fruit (and sometimes a small rodent) is picked carefully by the male, since the female is supposedly a picky eater.

Yes, that is a live, full grown tree inside the “cage” (if it can be called that). I estimated the size to be around 10′ wide x 20′ deep x 20′ tall. Some of the birds are housed in such “cages”.

After walking around a bit, I hopped back on the “train” to go see the waterfall aviary.

And while staring at the waterfall, I discovered that they take their parks seriously too.


Obviously, the 90+ degree humidity is not enough and they have to spray yet more water in the air. (That was a snark from a sweaty tourist, gentle reader. In a real tropical forest, the sunlight does not reach the ground, and mist is continually formed and the plants have evolved to needing it).

Also, the birds there obviously can read.

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