While I was at Harbour Bay waiting for the party to start where I was doing the photography (see previous post – An Indonesian-style party), I walked along the boardwalk to see what was going on. It was low tide and the sun was almost down. Dozens of ships lie at anchor in the bay, the Singapore skyline off in the faraway mist (well, actually, smog).
Fisherman were busy bringing their boats in, many tying up at a makeshift pier they had built from scrap wood and tree branches. There were a couple of locals working on the pier, knee-deep in the muck on the bottom. Given that all the wastewater and runoff water goes into the sea here, I wouldn’t want to be immersing any part of my body in what has to be highly toxic sludge, but whatever.
Past the pier and the narrow waterway going inland, the island was growing. At least 200 meters of new land has been created since the last time I was here, for the massive McDermott operation in Batu Ampar and for at least one new hotel. Hotels are going up like crazy on Batam.