Davillas in Singapore Part 2

We spent some time in the jungle with the Davillas. Above is the tree with the house inside.

They were quite good at jungling.

Although at one point, Mark seemed a bit scared of the "Avatar Trees".

Tammie found secret overgrown stairs.

We saw the Colugos, including a baby inside the mother's patagium. You can see the patagium being lifted here on the left, and now I've succeeded in using the word patagium three times.

Tammie tried durian, and I would share the face she made, except that shockingly, she liked it, so here is a picture of some durian.

We went to Haw Par Villa to learn some moral lessons and teachings. The Davillas enjoyed emaciated Buddha, even though he has a tree growing from his feet and appears to be sitting on dentures.

There were no moral lessons discouraging sumo belly touching.

16 years later, and I still haven't fully mastered the Thai dancing pose, but I think I did better than Tammie.

The Haw Par Villa hells have reopened, and they remain gruesome. Some of the "sins" for which you can be punished have been altered. "Stealing of Library Books" has expanded to all "Mistreatment of Books", to my dismay.

My favourite many-headed deity welcomed us as visitors. All twelve faces look calm, despite surely being very uncomfortable.

Here's Mark, with a temple lion.

Here's the Sakya Muni Buddha, and we went inside his bum, since you can. But we nearly got stuck in there by a praying man.

After all of this, the Davillas became slightly more Buddhist, I think.

And definitely more Asian. Here is Tammie picking up individual sesame seeds with chopsticks.

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