Istana Woodneuk, Singapore

Istana Woodneuk – A century-old abandoned palace nestled deep within the forest near the Singapore Botanic Gardens, served as the perfect location for my very first urban exploration.

Originally built in the 19th century by Johor Sultan Abu Bakar ibni Daing Ibrahim, this once-majestic mansion was a gift of love to his fourth wife, Sultana Khadijah. She lived here until her passing in 1904. The palace was later taken over by his son, Sultan Ibrahim Iskandar, who rebuilt it for his third wife, Sultana Helen Ibrahim. To this day, the land and the ruins of Istana Woodneuk still belong to the royal family of Johor.

The design, geometry, and architecture of the Istana reflect the regal heritage of its origins—intricate, elegant, and grand. The mansion boasted countless rooms, each with its own balcony overlooking what is now a thick veil of overgrowth, reclaiming the palace in slow, leafy silence.

On 10 July 2006, a devastating fire tore through the two-storey palace, reducing the distinctive blue-tiled roof and most of the upper floor to ashes.

One of the main casualties was the central staircase—once a proud architectural feature—now rebuilt, but questionably stable. I was extra cautious climbing it, as it definitely didn’t look “fat-friendly.”

Once I was back on solid ground, I continued my exploration of the second floor (yes, still bravely). Much of it is now overrun with creeping vegetation. I found what used to be a bath… but let’s just say I didn’t feel like taking a dip.

Time hasn’t been kind to the palace. In addition to weathering decades of abandonment, the structure has also endured years of vandalism.

It’s sadly become a dumping ground too. Scattered throughout are all kinds of litter—bottled water, grimy mattresses, an old bicycle, even random car doors. (Why? How? I don’t know.)

For the thrill-seekers out there: the main gate has long been locked, but there is a way in—if you’re daring enough and nimble enough not to get caught. But fair warning: if you’re afraid of heights, or a little on the “plump and proud” side like me, the journey might be a bit… tricky.

If you’re heading there at night (why?!), be especially careful. There are no streetlights in the vicinity, so a strong torch is a must. Also, please dress sensibly. You don’t want to be running from something in high heels—just trust me on that.

And finally—show respect. Always. You never know who (or what) you might offend.