Week 41 – missed swim in Singapore

Week 41   Saturday 9 March to Friday 15 March 2013

Pool at Singapore Airport

Singapore Airport. A missed opportunity.

After a farewell dip on Saturday morning  9 March at our very own Hanoi Hilton, I headed back to Williamstown via Singapore. A friend had mentioned there was a pool at the Singapore Airport and while I had packed togs and a little towel into my hand-luggage when I was heading to Vietnam, I didn’t for the return journey. Not sure why.  Which left me with five hours to ponder the lost opportunity. The pool is at Terminal 1 of the airport and charges $13.91 (Singapore dollars.) Five hours between flights, and my togs were probably already on their way to Melbourne. Five hours and I was too cheap to buy another pair. Imagine how many laps I could have done in five hours. (Not many if you’ve seen what a poor swimmer I am. I’m a five-minute dipper, if that.) Five hours of night-time swimming. Ah, well, there’s always next time. (Do other airports offer such swimming facilities? Let me know.)

We got back to a warm Williamstown about midday on Sunday 10 March. I headed down to Jawbone Marine Sanctuary about 3pm. The water was fairly clear and absolutely gorgeous the next day. To my surprise Jawbone on Tuesday was very ordinary, despite the weather conditions seeming to be very good. The week concluded with short dips at the Williamstown beach.


Murky waters in Williamstown. Illustration by Andrew Baird, from the January 2003 edition of The Mariner


Next week: triathletes clogging up Chicken Channel!



Week 12 – mowing

Week 12 – Saturday 18 August to Friday 24 August 2012

Illustration by Andrew Baird

I’ve had this drawing pinned on my noticeboard for some years now. It’s from a terrific publication called The Mariner, which began in July 2001 and ran until July 2003. Its editors were keen swimmers and presumably still have a dip every day in Port Phillip Bay.

The Mariner was a 16 page monthly black and white newspaper with news stories about Port Phillip Bay and the Mornington Peninsula, and regular columns about knot-tying, shells, lexicography and seaside gardening. It was a fun read, a real treasure.

I did some real mowing this week. Backyard grass, not sea grass.  ‘Didn’t need the wetsuit or the flippers or the oxygen tank.

(And I had my daily dips too. Good to have some high tides.)

Artwork by Andrew Baird