Being the last remaining 'kampung' (village) in mainland Singapore, Kampung Lorong Buangkok is the very antithesis of modern-day Singapore. Located on the north-eastern section of the island, the remaining traditional kampung houses, which numbers less than a dozen, is a marked contrast to the high-rise public housing buildings just a mere stone's throw away.
But what the village offers even in that small piece of land is a peek to what Singapore was, just a generation ago. The proximity of the houses, the centralized location of the mosque as a primary centre of socialization, the 'disorderliness' yet openness of the village...all these somehow adds to the character of what a kampung was all about back when it was the geographical/habitation norm.
Surau (malay term for a small mosque), similar to the difference between a church and a chapel
The signboard on the surau (small mosque). I wondered about the Arabic writings that was written on the make-shift signboard...it seems child-like in nature.
View of the mosque. It reminded me of the surau's that I've been to while I was growing up, in other parts of Singapore. The typical look-and-feel. The white-gated fencing, the 2-toned external paint-work, the zinc roofing, plus the concrete pavement all around it for ease of walking during those rainy and wet days.
Interesting to see a small make-shift temple, where this jar of joss-sticks is located, beside the mosque.
I couldn't really figure out why this sole sofa seat is here, and no one was around to shed any further clue.Perhaps it is just there to allow someone..or 'something', to sit down comfortably!
The dog that almost chased me away. A lot of barks...but actually it didn't even bite. But it was a rather scary experience being barked at.
