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“Two! Two dollars for a box of biscuits! Ten lollipops for fifty cents!”, a peddler from the stand at the alleys intersection outshouts dozens of others around him.
“Dried squids! Smoked fish! Half price!”, booms a loud voice from the other end of the street.
Tight groups of potential buyers, dressed in various shades of red, surround each stand. Someone takes bags of sweets. Someone is trying to cram smoked goodies in bags, already bursting at the seams. On the ground floor, at the knee-level of occupied with bargaining adults, kids playfully run around. Each dressed in a lovely traditional costume. Their laughter joins a trading cacophony. Over the heads, sways a red roof of Chinese paper lanterns.
The vendors are on fire. They need to sell all the goods before midnight. The New Year cannot find any remains of the old one. It would be a terrible omen. Midnight is getting closer. Just a few more minutes and the crowds of customers will disappear. In a red wave, they will move to the main street of the district to watch the fireworks display brightening the night sky.
Midnight strikes.
“Cookies! Candies! Lollipops! For free!”.
“Free! Free! Dried squids and smoked fish! Free! Free!”.
Chinese New Year in Singapore’s Chinatown
On the eve of the Chinese New Year, the main street of Chinatown is transformed into a giant stage. You can see here colourful parades of fire eaters, groups presenting a Lion Dance and dressed in traditional Chinese outfits celebrities. In the central part of the street stands a giant statue representing the patron of the year – twisting serpent-body of a dragon, a horse with windblown mane or a proud rooster. Next to the statue, there is a stage where performances and concerts take place.
Red is the dominant colour of celebrations. It owes its unique rank to a legend, according to which during the New Year beast named Nian, was attacking villages devouring crops, cattle, and even children. Every year, residents were leaving food at the home thresholds, believing that this way mollified beast will leave them in peace. Once, it was noticed that the monster got scared of a child dressed in a red outfit. From then on, villagers embellished houses with red lanterns and wore red clothes in an attempt to scare away Nian. Using firecrackers was another way to deter Nian. Such tradition survived to this day, and a fantastic fireworks display culminates the beast deterrence. Midnight fireworks also mark the end of CNY Eve celebrations and entrance to the New Year.
The New Year is a new beginning. Businessmen and traders are very strict about this principle. Unconditionally all debts must be paid off before the stroke of midnight. According to the tradition, rice is sent together with the repayment as a token of gratitude for the loan. Grains symbolise luck and abundance. Merchants are busy selling off the last year’s goods, and it comes as a huge benefit for buyers, as the sales are associated with significant discounts. The Chinatown street market, offering clothing, souvenirs or delicacies of traditional cuisine is usually vivacious. But its daily, even a weekend buzz, is nothing in comparison to the Chinese New Year Eve. The entire width of market alleys is tightly filled with a massive crowd of potential customers. Restaurants and eateries barely keep up with serving food and refreshments. On top of this, there is the final rush before midnight, when the ‘old’ goods must disappear from the shelves, so traders distribute everything at any rate.
Especially popular during the Chinese New Year celebration is the Bee Cheng Hiang store. Shops scattered throughout Singapore specialise in making bakkwa – thin sheets of dried and smoked pork, marinated in a sweet sauce. Meticulously and carefully packed in red bags with a golden logo, bakkwa are the perfect addition to the Reunion Dinner.
Know before you go
As one of the most important holidays in Singapore, the Chinese New Year is very rollickingly celebrated. Celebration in Chinatown is recommendable, but only to those who do not mind crowds. Crowds can be so massive that create human traffic jams on the narrow alleys of Chinatown street market. An alternative option for exploring Chinatown during the festive period is to go there two or three days after the celebration of the eve. The crowds (along with sales and discounts) disappear, but lovely decorations remain.
Massive sales may also be enticing to spend Chinese New Year Eve in Chinatown. Clothing and souvenirs (which usually are not expensive here anyway – from 5SGD onwards), on that day, you can get for next to nothing. It sometimes happens that just before the stroke of midnight sellers begin to give away goods for free. According to the tradition, it is bad luck if the New Year finds anything old on the shelves. The most obedient to the rule are sellers of food. They create a heaven for kids who are being given free sweets with the stroke of midnight.
Do bear in mind, that the first two days of the Chinese New Year celebrations are public holidays and almost all the stores, shopping centres, etc. are closed. Organising upfront food supplies for these days is highly recommended. Small local shops and some stalls in food courts are often closed throughout the whole period of the celebration – traditional 15 days.
Chinatown district with a Mass Rapid Transport (MRT) station at its very heart.
Chinese New Year Eve falls between mid-January and mid-February.
![... W całej pracowitej przyrodzie tylko ludzie trwali bez ruchu.
Wędkarz w łódce po drugiej stronie jeziora zmienił się w konar z ramionami i wędką zastygłymi nad wodą.
W swoim domu kaszubski gospodarz Franciszek, do którego należy ziemia nad jeziorem, jeszcze nie odstygł z bezruchu snu. Otoczony domkami na dzierżawę, pełnymi snem letników, przekręca swoje osiemdziesiąt dziewięć lat na drugi bok. Gospodarki już nie ma. Już nie musi wcześnie wstawać.
Ale, kiedy się zbudzi, też będzie zajęty.
Najpierw sprawdzi obejście i swoje rzeźby: chłopków, co grają na organach i zagryzają fajki pod wąsami z szyszek, dwa białe zające, fliger, czyli samolot i działo ze szpuli po kablach i rury kanalizacyjnej. I wiatraki. Ten, co pokazuje czy bardzo dziś wietrznie – bardzo prosty, ale skuteczny, te wysokie z wnętrzem smukłych wieżyczek zdobionych kinkietami w kwiaty i ten jeden, jedyny, co zamiast czterech boków ma sześć.
Potem gospodarz podleje kwiaty. Tak jak obiecał żonie, kiedy szła na operację. Teraz od tygodnia dochodzi do siebie u córki. Już, już powinna wracać.
Wreszcie po śniadaniu siądzie do organów schowanych w szałerku. Zagra „Kaszubskie Jeziora”, a głos akordów, wzmocniony starym, ale sprawnym głośnikiem, poniesie się po jeziorze wprost do letników, co rozłożyli się na brzegu w kamperach.
Po koncercie pan Franciszek pójdzie do nich i za postój weźmie tyle, co na flaszkę. Bo tyle, co na piwo, to trochę za mało. Potem rozsiądzie się w jednym z letniskowych krzeseł i będzie młodym opowiadał jak to na Kaszubach się żyło i żyje.
Opowie, jak to za ojców było, kiedy przed wojną Niemiec rządził wioskami, a podatki były wysokie. A potem, we wojnie, jak chodził po domach z listą i trzeba było zdać plony, trzodę, ale tylko tyle, ile gospodarz mógł. I za to miał jeszcze płacone! Tak było we wojnie.
I pozwolenia były na ubój świniaka. Ale jak kto oszukał, to od razu – szu! – brali do Sztutowa! Chłop już nie wracał. A jak wiedzieli, że oszust? Ha! Brali mięso do weterynarza i ten pieczątki stawiał. Na każdym kawałeczku. A jak pieczątki nie było, to znaczy, że ubił drugie zwierzę. Kiedyś jeden nawet za owcę poszedł...
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