The blood moon showed up recently, and I demonstrate how impossible it is to photograph. Luckily and randomly, the restaurant let us use their telescope, where you can see into the moon's pimples!
I noticed an unusual wall the other day.
It involved water-spewing fish, so I knew we had to get a closer look.
There were also giant feet.
This is the Ting Kong temple. Sadly no other information exists on the Internet, so all of the information below is my hypothesis. Don't buy into the fake news.
The sailors from the nearby port (used to?) come here to pray to the maritime deities aplenty.
This one is all about the gourds, helping sailors' prayers for tasty and plentiful rum, because that's the best sea-drink.
Here the god of wisdom and skateboarder answers sailors' prayers for strong sea-legs and smooth seas.
The most successful deities prominently display their bellies, to the envy of the other gods. And sometimes, also their vintage Nikes.
There seemed to be a series of leisure dieties, if you ask me. Here, Barry fails to nail the pose of the god of waterskiing.
The deity of golf (at first I thought it was hockey, naturally), for those simply taking the ferry to Bintan (our neighbourhod island with more golf).
Finally, the lesser-known deity of recorders, haunting children's dreams everywhere, and horrifying teachers with songless screechy noises.
Around the corner, we saw the more common Buddha, seen here in the erie night lady form.
But by then, Barry got distraced by the fitness equipment, so it was time to go home.