May 19, 2002: Fleeing the heat wave on the Singapore mainland, David, Kuth, Timothy, Lai Ka and I went diving on a bright cheerless Sunday morning, led by our Kg Glam dive club's expedition leader, Lee Suat Choo. At 9.30 am, we reached our former dive training haunt on the north side of Pulau Hantu, after a 40-minute boat ride from Jardine Steps. The water, as usual, was murky with visibility no more than an arm's length. Lai Ka and I had to descend holding hands so as not to lose sight of each other. We had two dives, before returning at 3 pm. Suat Choo, however, was still unable to dive because of a tear in her ear drum.
Hantu was where I first learnt sports diving in October and November of 1998. Although the water is polluted, that is the only place in concrete-clad claustrophobic Singapore for fresh air and open-sea diving.