Well, we finally came. It turned out to be a rather pleasant, peaceful walk. I enjoyed it quite a bit, and much to my own surprise. We talked about the neighbouring region of farmland before, but it’ll be my first time stepping foot into the mangroves here.
It’s a pretty chill excursion, and we didn’t have to pull a Yogyakarta (ie wake up at 3am) for this. Thankfully. The crowd’s pretty manageable when we arrived around half past eight in the morning, and for the most sun-adverse of us, rest assured that it isn’t that warm. The park was free to enter, and ditto for the parking. I celebrate all little joys.
| Picture by N. A second, more benign squirrel feeding while hanging upside-down. |
I’ve heard of crocodile sightings along Sungei Buloh, but I didn’t think it was common. Well, we spotted four different crocodiles during our walk. Three of them were drifting in the waters, and one of them was lying on land right next to the boardwalk. They're a common sight around these parts, as it turns out. My wife estimates seeing crocodiles in about 70% of her visits here.
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| Took us a minute to realise it's a crocodile amongst the tree roots, and it was sizing us up. |
There were also plenty of monitor lizards around the mangroves, swimming in the brackish waters, or trudging on the boardwalk. The largest one we’ve seen was lying prone along the pavement, which just about everybody gave a wide berth.
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At the bridge overlooking a broad stretch of water, we saw schools of fishes circling the mangroves, with constant splashes from the fishes as they jump out of the waters.
Not far away, a flock of squat little puffs of birds (if I’m a better blogger I’ll know what they’re called) gather on another bank, pecking at the soil.
It was low tide as we came, and we saw plenty of mudskippers amongst the mangroves. These are amphibious fishes that have evolved to walk and breathe on land. It’s pretty incredible to see them hoist themselves over soil and roots.
A complete walk might take about three hours at a gentle pace with plenty of stops, and is just the right amount of early morning sun and fresh air. Much recommended, even if you, like me, can’t distinguish between a heron from a stork, or a monitor lizard from a Komodo dragon, or call every squat cute little bird a puffin (none of these birds in any way resemble actual puffins). It was a good time nonetheless.





















