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Treetops, Monkeys, and Wet Trails

Traversing the MacRitchie Reservoir 


“It rained,” H said, peeking out of the window. I had stumbled out of bed to I rush to the study to turn off the blaring music of my alarm.

Darn, I thought. That meant muddy and probably slippery paths.

H and I had been looking forward to this outing. Not only were we going to meet new people, we would also be communing with nature for the second time in two weeks. Singapore is not all colonial buildings and towering skyscrapers. It managed to incorporate nature in its infrastructure and provided large spaces for parks and nature reserves.


After a breakfast consisting of small sandwiches, we departed for the MacRitchie Reservoir. A brief history of the place, according to Wikipedia.

MacRitchie Reservoir is Singapore’s oldest reservoir. The reservoir was completed in 1868 by impounding water from an earth embankment, and was then known as the Impounding Reservoir or Thomson Reservoir.


We met 9 other people, mostly from the tech industry, who hailed from different countries and have made Singapore their temporary home.


The trail wasn’t as bad as I expected, slippery but the sun had significantly dried the ground. There were stepping stones, wooden platforms, and the 250-metre suspension bridge “spanning the two highest points within MacRitchie” ( known as the Treetop Walk.


There were various advisories of what animals we might encounter but we only managed to see some nasty looking ants and a few placid Monkeys. The monkeys weren’t as aggressive as those on Coney Island (not the one in New York) who would stalk and snatch any plastic bags in sight. The two we saw on the bridge didn’t pay the hikers any mind.

As the self-appointed photographer, I was bummed. I was hoping to see a boar or even a butterfly.


“If you come here early, you can see a monitor lizard,” Y said. “I used to see them in my early morning runs. Now, there are too many people.”

The hike was challenging but not strenuous. We met parents and their young kids, a group of teenagers or teenage-looking adults (you can never tell with a lot of Asians), and had joggers bumping into a few of us since we took over the entire trail. The place was well-tended, nothing at all like a manicured lawn with its exotic gardens, but a cared-for forest. Various flora flourished. I may have been disappointed with the lack of fauna but I did enjoy getting up close and personal with the plants. This was the only reason I can give for losing my camera cap (again).


H was ready to jump over the barrier to retrieve it but I had to stop him. I didn’t want to risk him getting fined or arrested for not staying on the designated path.

“I’ll just have to go to Orchard Road again,” I muttered when N laughed.

“Oh, that’s why. You just wanted to go shopping in Orchard Road. That’s a good reason,” he teased.

Despite my protests, he refused to believe I lost my cap deliberately. I suppose he has greater insight into a woman’s psyche. Ah well, he might be right, after all.

I expected to wake up with body aches but, surprisingly, only my legs hurt.

After that taste of the reservoir, maybe we’d try kayaking or canoeing next.

The group

The group












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