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Ah... Fort Siloso. It's the one place on Sentosa that I really love. I liked it better before they did it up, though. Dunno why. Maybe when it was a bit run-down, it looked more authentic. Like when we used to go there as kids. The tower in the pic up there... wasn't sealed off. So we could climb all the way up for a view of the sea. It meant nothing much to the grown ups, but it was way fun for me. Especially when you let your imagination run wild and you see yourself as one of the troops running about around there.
We must have been pests back then. I remember missing the last bus (bus services ended by 1800hrs) from the fort back to the ferry terminal (the old one) and we had to walk all the way back. Back then, there was no monorail, no green/blue line bus and cars weren't allowed to drive in. Heck... there were barely any visitor attractions like there are now and I don't recall there being as many tourists as there are now. I remember being scared cos we'd been told that the fort was haunted and the road back was quite ulu... nothing but trees. And it was getting dark fast. And my godmother telling us we had nothing to be scared about... wiv all the ruckus we were making, the ghosts were probably more afraid of us than we were of them.
Ah... those were the days. Heh heh...
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