Wooden houses have become a rare sight in land-scarce Singapore. Singapore’s last remaining residential village on its mainland, Kampong Buangkok, is rich in heritage and history.
This kampong evoke the nostalgia and fond memories of yours truly who have long left to move into the comfort and convenience of modern housing.
I grew up in a kampong and had the best years of my life there.
Kitchen and outdoor dining area :)
There were wide, open spaces for the children to run around. We went fishing in the drains and combed the bushes for spiders. We climbed trees to pick edible fruits. We had lots of fun as kids in the village, it was a simple and carefree lifestyle.
The adults could plant anything, anywhere and keep any kind of pets they wanted because neighbours did not mind.
dirt road leading to the village
Everybody knew everybody in the village. Our doors were always left open. We only latched them at night.
We watched out for one another. Whether there was a celebration or a death, the whole village would be there to lend a helping hand.
we used water from a well
We had taps in our house but my mother and grandmother would still draw water from a well to wash clothes and water the vegetables they grow. Every now and then, the kids would bathe using the well water because it was colder. :P
Some outsiders feel that kampongs are backward and unhygienic and only the lowly-educated population live in one. I feel that people who live in a kampong are a happy and contented lot.
nicely done up wooden houses
Kampong Buangkok would be demolished one day. I can't even show anything resembling it to my grandchildren because everything would be gone!
Better go to the kampong soon before they tear it down!