Pulau Ubin Day Trip, SINGAPORE

We took a taxi out from Singapore city centre to Changi Village. A taxi seemed like fastest way to get there and was reasonably priced for three people. Changi Village is the last stop with an ATM (and Pulau Ubin is cash only), and has a plethora of eateries if you want to try the local cuisine.

Catch a bumboat from the Changi Point Ferry Terminal. Bumboats leave when they have 12 passengers (no more, no less) and cost $3 per passenger in exact change. Watch the skill and mastery of the skipper, who’s laid-back attitude, weathered hands and precise boating are a sight to behold.

Pulau Ubin has an interesting visitor’s centre that details the ecosystem and local environmental concerns. There’s also a camping ground, opportunities to ride a bike and hike the island. It’s a slower pace of life here. Coming around lunch time is a good idea, as there are restaurants promising the freshest of seafood.

There’s not a lot to do on Pulau Ubin, so don’t expect to be entertained as you would around Marina Bay. It’s nice to come here to see the seabirds sunning themselves, or the fishermen wading out into the shallows, arms full of net.

Spend an hour or two in the thick vines and humidity, then spend $3 catch a bumboat back.

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A fisherman waded into the shallows with a net.

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Simple pleasures.

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Fes Medina, MOROCCO

The Fes Medina is an absolute labyrinth- there’s no other word to describe it. A fantastic and deep maze with no logic or signage that winds and entraps. The smells are overpowering; some are fragrant, made with rose oils or argan oils, others are savoury like the pyramids of cooking spices. Then there’s the butcher’s and the street cats. The whole maze is alive with activity, a hive of movement as donkeys sway through the streets with their wide loads and kids dart between passageways running after a soccer ball.

Fes Medina is an ecosystem. Housing the world’s oldest university, Fes brings history to life. There’s a mosque on every corner, a food stall, and handicrafts. Silversmithing, knife sharpening, tailors, copper pot makers, the tannery.

If you’d like to return back to your accommodation, make sure you get shown around with a tour guide, someone who knows the city like the back of their hand. Otherwise, I guarantee you’ll get lost. It’s hard navigating the medina as a tourist who doesn’t speak or read French, Moroccan or Arabic. It’s also intimidating to wander alone as a young, foreign woman.

Don’t forget to haggle, try to find the hidden restaurants with rooftop views, and catch a glimpse inside the residences if you can. There are private oases hidden behind the tall dark walls and you’re lucky if you get to see into one.

 

 

 

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The Medina in Fes is a labyrinth.

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Disclaimer: This review was also posted by me on TripAdvisor. This blog has no affiliation with TripAdvisor. I just share my experiences to spread the love to fellow travelers.