ubin day, revived: it’s been 6 or 7 years since i’ve been to pulau ubin (with the first wednesday girls for a chek jawa visit that was more memorable for the mishaps than the nature and which shall forever remain a blot upon the reputation of miss pochin.) i especially love the idea of watching wayang kulit on the island after dark, and the guided cycling tours of the kampong (we seem, as a nation, to be getting nostalgic about kampong life), and kayaking in the mangrove swamp.