As you might remember from the previous tab (‘SE Asia 1980-86, oil’), I quit my corporate job in the oil field services industry in June 1986. I never went back to work in industry after that, I was 33 years old. I was way ahead of the F.I.R.E. movement that global accommodative monetary policies have allowed to flourish among young people today. After a 2 ½ months break in Denmark, my X and I arrived back in Singapore 2 October 1986. I found a small apartment to rent on Orange Grove Road, just behind the corner with Orchard Road, that nice old walk-up doesn’t exist any longer of course. Then I started to set myself up as a wildlife photographer in South-east Asia.
While in Denmark in the fall of 1986, I spent much of the time at my mother’s old house at the West Coast of Jutland, and I revisited Agger Tange (see ‘1961-73’ tab) to test the bird photo equipment I had bought. Back in Singapore, I started going out to the coast around Serangoon and Ponggol for the shore birds, later also what is now Sungei Buloh. That area of course wasn’t a wetland reserve then (it became one in 1993) and there was no bridge across the Buloh River, to access I drove in from the west and found places where the wetland birds would gather to feed. I had to set up a small hide to photograph them, birds in Singapore were hunted and trapped then and shyer than they are today.
For the forest birds, I checked out the Bukit Timah Nature Reserve but found it difficult for photography. It was a nice and quiet place, you would spend a whole day there and never see another person in those days, there was no car park and no visitor centre, just the paved road up that the Gurkha guards used when they traveled up to the summit, they had a camp there then. I would leave my car at the bottom of the hill on a small patch of dirt, and if there was another vehicle I would wonder: ‘Who could that be?’ Today that forest is packed with thousands of people every day, and the large new car park is full. BUT … for birds, you simply didn’t see much, except at the fig tree on top of the hill when it was in fruit. For better views of forest birds, I would drive into the end of Sime Road, past the SICC and park where the Jelutong Tower is now, that was allowed in those days. The forest around Upper Seletar Reservoir was also good, as well as the pipeline trail through Nee Soon swamp forest down to Upper Pierce Reservoir, those trails were open to the public back then. My results are covered in the photo sections below.
For trips abroad, I would do day-drives up to Panti Forest Reserve in Johor for the Sunda subregion forest birds. From 4 November to 2 December 1986 I spent four weeks in Bali, Indonesia; I traveled up to the Bali Barat National Park to look for Bali Starlings, in cooperation with the International Council for Bird Preservation (the forerunner to BirdLife International formed in 1994). With special permission, I walked across the Prapat Agung Peninsula; I was supposed to have some rangers with me, but they opted to stay in the shelters and chat and smoke and relax, so I hiked on my own and much preferred it that way. You can check the ‘Bali’ tab for a couple of articles I did from that trip.
I traveled to Bali again the next year 10 Feb 1987 to improve my photo collection of Indonesian birds, and I was up in the Bali Barat National Park on my own, 18 Feb, when a car arrived at my losmen near Gilimanuk on the north coast. My X had sent the car all the way up from Kuta, some three hour’s drive to the south-east. The driver gave me a letter which said that my maternal grandfather in Denmark had just died. So I packed my stuff and went back with the driver; the next day I called my Mum in Denmark, took a plane to Singapore and caught another connection to Aarhus, Denmark that evening. I arrived at my Mum’s place 20 Feb 1987 and we drove down for the funeral in southern Jutland just in time 21 February at 2 pm. All my family was there; for me, it couldn’t have been much tighter, time-wise: you can see a photo from that occasion in the ‘My mother’ tab.
After the funeral, I arrived back in Singapore 26 February 1987 and started another one-week+ trip to Endau Rompin in Malaysia two day later, 28 Feb, the last day of the month that year. I was young then, and didn’t mind this busy travelling schedule.
But, in general, I wanted to stay and live in Singapore, so in 1986 I registered a sole proprietorship firm, Flying Colours Photography. As the rules were then, I needed a local partner to form the company. I approached an academic ornithologist, I forget her name now, but she worked for the government and declined. So I appealed to my birdwatching friend, Lim Kim Seng, and he agreed. It was a leap of faith for Kim Seng to support me like this and I will forever be grateful to him for that. During the following decades, Kim Seng went on to become one of the leading authorities on birds in Singapore and Malaysia. With a company here, I applied for Employment Pass (EP) for myself and Dependant Pass for my X with the Immigration Department, they are called ICA, Immigration and Checkpoint Authority now. It wasn’t a very strong application, but I hired a consultant to help me with the paperwork and my application was approved. I was now resident in Singapore and could settle in.
On a personal note, my X and I had an issue that we had been dealing with since the first few years of our marriage. We wanted a child, but my X didn’t seem to get pregnant; and believe me, we tried pretty hard! On closer examination, it turned out that my X’s Fallopian tubes were almost completely blocked; so IVF fertilization was our only option. In the mid-1980s, this kind of fertility treatment was still in the early stages, the first test-tube baby, Louise, was only born in 1978. There was one or two IVF clinics starting up in Singapore, but their results were poor then, under 20% success rate. There was a better facility in New Jersey, US; but the best was in Great Britain, where the procedure had been pioneered, one in Harley Street, London claimed almost 50% success rate, so that is where we went.
With a day’s stop-over in Moscow, my X and I arrived in London 5 May 1987 and I found a small apartment behind Piccadilly Circus that I could rent by the week. My X’s period started 17 May, so the new batch of eggs was in the making and that was day-one of my twin boys’ life! My X had five eggs extracted 28 May and four were re-inserted into the uterus two days later, by then fertilised in a Petri dish. It was a very invasive and intrusive procedure for my X, but I must say that the British staff was excellent about the whole thing. My only contribution to the proceedings was producing a sperm sample on the day of extraction/fertilisation. The pretty blonde nurse explained to me with a straight face that I should do my best to separate the sample into two cups, one containing the driving liquid from the prostate and the other one the important milky stuff with the sperms. It crossed my mind to ask her if she would like to give me a hand with this, but I thought she had probably heard that joke before. Oh yes, and apart from that I also paid the tab. I settled the bill on our last day in London, it was £1,300 for the whole package; I don’t know how they could do it so cheap. I wrote in my diary that day that was the best money I had ever spent.
My X’s pregnancy was confirmed with a positive blood test 13 June but we hung around London for another month+ to allow the pregnancy to settle before the arduous journey back. June is a wonderful time in Europe; I always felt good in the UK and enjoyed being back. Only the arrogant, dishonest and patronizing London cab-drivers sometimes got under my skin, but everyone else we met were great.
I spent most of my time around the Royal Parks of London; I put my photographic equipment to good use and later did a photo-feature for one of the travel magazines. I went down to see The Natural History Photographic Agency in Ardingly, Sussex; I showed them some of my work and we signed a distribution contract together. My mother (of course …) came across to see my X and me, she always did, everywhere I stayed! My Mum was a big shot politician by then and took me along when she went to see the Danish Ambassador to the UK, whom she happened to know.
19 July 1987, my X and I boarded SU 242 and flew back to Singapore. 17 May plus 40 weeks is 21 February, that was my X’s due date. Two of the four inserted eggs had latched on, so with twins, my X couldn’t quite wait that long; the placenta was eaten up by late January, and 2 Feb 1988 my twin boys were born at Gleneagles Hospital, we had the best gynecologist in town to help out. I never had a health insurance and paid for everything cash out of pocket, but I prefer it that way. You can see some more details under the ‘My kids’ tab.
But before that, my X and I had to find a more suitable place to stay. We shifted from the small walk-up at Orange Grove Road down the road a bit to Mount Elizabeth where I found a big-old spacious apartment with plenty of room, we moved in 30 October 1987. Our house-hold would soon grow from two to five people; Olivia, our new live-in maid from the Philippines, joined us the next day 31 October 1987 and helped us with the house work and to prepare for the babies.
As the kids grew up, even Mouth Elizabeth wasn’t really suitable; we needed more space and greenery nearby where toddlers could run around. 4 June 1989 the whole family boarded a plane to Denmark where we spent the summer. My old oil-field buddy, Wee, drove us to the airport and borrowed my car while I was away; Wee was between cars at that time. Does that date ring a bell? Right, that was the day of the June Fourth Incident, the massacre of protesters on Tiananmen Square, China where Wee and I used to jog around just a few years earlier. We heard about it on the car radio going to the airport and didn’t quite know at the time how it would all turn out. There were lots of revolt going on in Europe as well at that time, most worked out for the protesters, the one in China of course didn’t, but we couldn’t be sure of that then; even the mighty Soviet Union broke up shortly afterwards, but the PRC didn’t, they stood firm.
Coming back to Singapore from Denmark in late August 1989, I found a large apartment in a green area north of town at Mimosa Park and we moved in 3 September 1989, see below for a few photographs from that place.
Throughout this period, I was establishing myself as a bird and wildlife photographer in Singapore and South-east Asia; I started visiting important biodiversity areas in the region to improve my coverage. You can check the sections below for some of the results I produced in those years.
Something funny happened about a year and a half after we moved into Mimosa Park: My wife got pregnant! This time totally 'automatic' and somewhat unexpected, everyone thought she couldn’t conceive!? I can’t explain that, but I know that Adam was born 22 December 1991, just two days short of Christmas Eve, see ‘My kids’ for more details. After that, with three small children, my X was keen to move back to Denmark to spend more time with her family. In Singapore, she was active in the Danish expat community, the Scandinavian diaspora, apart from her staff and business associates she didn’t have many local friends; she wanted our kids to grow up ‘back home’ in Denmark. The next year, 1992, we bought a place in Skødstrup, Jutland; we had never been there, but trusted that it would be a good place for our kids to grow up. We arrived 1 June 1992, travelling with three small children and lots of stuff is not easy; I wrote in my diary for that day: “Terrible trip, but nice reception by our new neighbors in Skødstrup”. The new house was easy driving distance from most of our closest family, and there was a close-knit community of other couples our age and with kids all around us; see more about my life in Denmark in the next tab, ‘1993-99’.
I shipped most of our stuff back to the new house but stayed in Singapore myself for a while longer, living in that big, empty place near Seletar Hills all by myself. I had things to do here and a book to finish, more about that below. Every few months I would go to Denmark to check on the boys and help the family organise the house and settle in. On those occasions I could travel completely without luggage, as I had sets of clothes in both places; I didn’t even have hand luggage, I would just carry my passport in my back pocket! At the end of March 1993, I went to immigration, cancelled my EP and settled my back taxes – a nice young lady helped me with that and it was done in 20 minutes, everything settled. The civil servants in Singapore are amazing; it is such a pleasure to deal with the public institutions here! 29 March 1993, I went to the post office and changed my address, vacated Mimosa Park and the next day I caught a plane to Århus, Denmark. I was a Danish resident again.