Going Places Singapore soaked up much sun and great fun at St John’s, Lazarus and Seringat. This week, we continue our Southern Islands jaunt to one brimming with legends and prayers.
There aren’t many people on the ferry heading to the Southern Islands, but those who are there are an entertainingly diverse lot. In the back is a heavyset but fit-looking European, clad in running shorts and headphones. Off for a day-long jog, Wilson (the photographer) and I guess. In front of him is a young couple, snuggling and eating strawberry Pocky.
And then there’s Amy, an Indonesian in her late 20s, soberly staring out at the passing waves. Why has she come out to the Southern Islands today? She can’t speak English, so we converse in Chinese – hers near-fluent, mine rustier than some of the hulking oil tankers dwarfing our ferry.
“Kusu. I’m going to Kusu,” she murmurs. “I go every year. I went last year – and the year went very, very well.” A smile peeks out of her lips. “So I want to do it again, and hopefully get the same result. I pray for a peaceful and happy year ahead.”