Ok ... I have had enough bridges for today. The quietness around Robertson Quay is deafening and I doubt I will find anything that interesting if I head further upstream. I could be wrong, but I think it is time to stop my journey inland and head back down the Singapore River on the north bank.
As I made my way back along the Robertson Bridge I was amazed how quiet it was for a built up area. Multi-story buildings are everywhere but there isn't a single person in sight, that is, apart from a Sikh Indian guy standing alone on the other side of the Robertson Bridge. As I walked past he said hello in a very happy tone, so politely I said hello back. Then he said "You have lucky face". What the hell is a lucky face? I have had plenty of people say things about my face, mostly derogatory, but "lucky" has never been an observation. I guess it is a compliment. Not knowing what to do I just smile, say thank you, and walk on, but he continues repeat "You have lucky face" as I walk away. Weird? He stops when a tall Sikh Indian guy with a blue turban exits a nearby building and instead talks to him in another language.
Anyway, it is decided ... I have a lucky face. With my lucky face I head down stream along the north bank of the Singapore River. I am starting to get a bit tired so I have a rest on a park bench under the shade of a tree. As I sit relaxing, watching the Singapore River I notice out the corner of my eye the tall Sikh Indian guy with a blue turban coming down the path I just walked. Wonder if he thinks I have a lucky face? Well guess what? Yes, he does think I have a lucky face and for some reason sits beside me and starts analysing my face and head. What the hell is going on? He starts babbling on about how the wrinkles in my forehead will bring great wealth and some other part of my face indicating that I will soon find love. What is this guy on about? Out of politeness I just smile, nod and say “Oh really, I hope your right”. He had a very strong accent so I couldn't understand half the things he was saying ... something about good Karma I think. This guy has to be either a screw-loose, a religious nutter or a scammer.
Then it got even weirder, he took out a piece of paper and then asked me to write down my age and my favourite colour. This is definitely odd, but I will play along. I wrote down 32 and blue. Both true. He then asks me to scrunch up the piece of paper and give it back to him. He then gives me back the scrunched up piece of paper and guesses my age and favourite colour after asking a few basic and unobtrusive questions, like where I am from, what I do and how many in my family. Neat trick, but not that amazing, the majority of my clothing is blue and getting my correct age is good, but really just an educated guess.
The tall Sikh Indian guy with the blue turban, and now mind reader, then asked "Now I would like a piece of paper in return". Fair enough, so I give him back the scrunched up piece of paper that I wrote on. He didn't look impressed. That wasn't the paper he wanted. He wanted paper money. So it is official, this guy is a scammer. I don't dare get my wallet out, but ferret in my pocket for a few coins, probably about 20 cents, and state "This is all I have, and this is worth much more than your little trick". Now he is definitely not impressed and suddenly my face isn't so lucky. As he storms off he shouts at me "Bad Karma! ... you have bad Karma!". Great that's all I need, I'm catching a plane tomorrow. What a dickhead.
Astonished by what just happened I continue to sit at the park bench and wait awhile. I am a quick walker so I don't what to catch up to Bad Karma guy.
As I am now walking along the same stretch of the Singapore River, just on the other bank, the view is a little different but the sights are still the same: the Pulau Saigon Bridge; the Alkaff Bridge; and the Clemenceau Bridge. But this time I get to see the Ord Bridge. Unfortunately, due to all the construction around the Ord Bridge I need to cross back to the other bank via the Clemenceau Bridge, around the construction (yes I get to enjoy that section again) and through a temporary bridge which leads finally to the Ord Bridge. For some reason I didn't bother to take a picture. I guess I wasn't that impressed after having to deal with construction and people saying I have a lucky face, then taking it back and giving me bad Karma. Maybe it's the heat and humidity but I have had enough of the Singapore River. I think it is almost beer o'clock.
Downstream of the Ord Bridge is the north-side of Clarke Quay and a staggering about the restaurants and bars. This place must be swarming at night, but at mid-afternoon there are very few people about. Mainly just restaurant staff setting up for tonight's crowd. From Clarke Quay the walk takes me past the Old Hill Street Police Station, the Read Bridge, the Elgin Bridge and Parliament House, all sights I have seen today or on previous walks. But my final destination, Raffles Landing Site, is new for me.