Eight Trees
I woke up earlier than the normal fishing time. Drove via Mandai and Lentor to reach the destination. The north-eastern wind was pretty cold for the hot and humid tropical country. Uncle Wong and Adi arrived a while later. We rigged our bamboos and waited for Q.
There were eight trees along the road. Wonder who miscounted them and called the place Seven Trees. It even showed on Goggle Map. A distinct eight trees. We moved along the edge of the water. Uncle Wong and Adi were very steady and careful. I kept reminding them of pot hole and asked them not to fall into one. Finally I was the only one who stepped into a pot hole and fell over.
Again Uncle Wong was catching all the peacock basses. Q, Adi and I caught one each. The pull was more forceful than those we had with the fishes at the river. It was fun. But shame we have to leave early to avoid the white and blue vans.
Breakfast at a Yishun Kopitiam.
Stripeless Peacock Bass.
There were eight trees along the road. Wonder who miscounted them and called the place Seven Trees. It even showed on Goggle Map. A distinct eight trees. We moved along the edge of the water. Uncle Wong and Adi were very steady and careful. I kept reminding them of pot hole and asked them not to fall into one. Finally I was the only one who stepped into a pot hole and fell over.
Again Uncle Wong was catching all the peacock basses. Q, Adi and I caught one each. The pull was more forceful than those we had with the fishes at the river. It was fun. But shame we have to leave early to avoid the white and blue vans.
Breakfast at a Yishun Kopitiam.
Stripeless Peacock Bass.
