Building Sandcastles at Siloso Beach SG50

I had promised El that we would take him to see the sand sculptures at Sentosa over the weekend. The Sands of Time sand sculptures showcased some aspects of Singapore’s history, as part of the SG 50 Golden Jubilee celebrations. We had already gone to Lee Kong Chian Natural History Museum earlier.

On National Day itself, we drove to Sentosa and then walked to Siloso Beach. It was a Sunday and National Day itself, so the place was packed. There were so many people! We were dressed in red!

After walking for ages, we still did not see the sculptures, so we decided to just find a place at the no swim zone and start digging. We had some of our sandcastle building tools with us.

sandcastle building tools

el at siloso beach el building sandcastle el digging

Initally, Gar was throwing a tantrum as he is highly sensitive and he hated the sand on his feet and shoes. The moment we cleaned his feet and shoes, he would put his feet down and then get sand on him again. It was only after his father took him to the sea to wash his feet, then dumped sand on him, that he overcame his aversion to sand and was a happy boy again.

gar and daddy soaking their feet

elgar brothers father building sandcastle Gar helping out
gar building sandcastle

The bigger castles were harder to do. We had to do them three times before we got them right. We needed to add water to make them more compact. This place is better than Labrador Park and Bishan Park because we have easy access to water and the sand here looked relatively clean. I think the sand had been imported.

our sandcastles at siloso beach This is the best one, but Gar went to dump some sand on top.
sandcastle siloso beach gar

El said it would have been better if we could build a moat around the castles.

We left and headed to the other far end where the sand sculptures were. It was a long walk on the sand, and we took turns carrying Gar.

siloso beach

Finally, we saw them. The first one was about people at a kopitiam listening to the proclamation of independence on 9 August, 1965.

children at a coffeeshop sandcastle

Watching the parade for the first time at Parliament House

watching the first national day parade at parliament house

Having a swinging good time

having a swinging good time

Sentosa and MerlionSentosa Some favourite activities of Singaporeans – playing mahjong and buying 4D.

we are the champions

After that, we decided to rush home and try to get glimpses of the fireworks at my relative’s house.

Unfortunately, despite being at 38th storey, we were blocked and did not get to see much. Oh well. We had enough of crowds and did not want to jostle with others.

Sand Playground

El had just finished his piano lesson, and we decided to head over to Bishan Park. It had rained earlier, so the sand pit would be wet. That was the only way to build sandcastles.

I was quite surprised that he remembered the place was red in colour, because the last time we went there, it was dark and I did not see the colour.

The moment we reached there, El jumped over the concrete waves and when he reached the last wave, he tripped and fell. He kicked up a big fuss and I quickly pulled out a plaster from my bag and stuck it on his skinned knee after washing his wound.

There was a bunch of teens hanging around that area. We went to another side, and started digging and filling up the containers. Gar was having fun as he tried to use the spade.
Brothers Playing Together

El also suddenly wanted to pee and he would usually tell us only when he absolutely had to go and could not hold it any longer. There were no toilets nearby, and we had no choice but to do the unthinkable.
We managed to make two castles before their father told us to get ready to go. The grey clouds were looming over at Ang Mo Kio just across the road, and he smelled the rain. El looked up to the sky and kept asking where the grey clouds were.
Kwa Ti

I wanted to go off quickly because those teenagers had gathered at the spider web playground beside us and were cursing away.

Suddenly, Gar stuck his hands in the sand pit and gleefully showed me his sandy hands. Immediately I got him to shake the sand grains off.
look at my hands

El insisted on finishing his sandcastle, and we kept hurrying him. Not sure why, but he refused to let the sandcastles remain there. He jumped on them and flattened them.

Probably in too much pain, he refused to walk. I had no choice but to carry him. I had to walk briskly with him in my arms and a big and heavy bag as well. We headed back to the shelter where some scouts were resting, and washed their hands at the taps.

Then, we had to walk even more quickly to the car park, but it started raining. I had an umbrella, but Gar was slightly drenched.

Our trip was cut short, and I felt a little sad that the March holidays were coming to an end.

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