I paid S$ 1.30 for a half hour of nasty tasting pool water and the company of complete strangers. This evening's foray into the public pool social scene was nothing short of traumatic. Trying to swim a lap involved stray kicks from struggling breastrokers, tsunami-like wakes of the enthusiastic freestylers, and a whole bunch of neon-coloured kiddies thrashing across the width in a fight for sheer survival. It was like running a gauntlet, the novelty of it being that each pass was never quite the same.
From a less life-threatening perspective, I did manage to see the dressed-down side of Singapore, a far cry from the perfectly manicured yuppies that patrol the CBD. These aunties, nannies, and older sisters were quite happily herding their charges towards the various slides and pools, bringing a more relaxed, homely touch to an otherwise impartial city.
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