Here's what to expect at the new Singapore Oceanarium that's opening at Resorts World Sentosa in July 2025
We've already seen exciting new attractions pop up this year, from Minion Land at Universal Studios Singapore to Rainforest Wild Asia at Mandai. Joining the list this July is the highly anticipated opening of the Singapore Oceanarium – the rebranded version of the former S.E.A. Aquarium at Resorts World Sentosa.
Set to open on July 23, 2025, the refreshed attraction is three times larger than before, with 22 themed zones spotlighting different aspects of marine life. Visitors can explore everything from shallow waters to deep-sea habitats, as well as travel through time from prehistoric oceans to present-day waters.
Highlights include the Ocean Wonders zone, filled with thousands of mesmerising moon jellies, and Singapore's Coast, which recreates our local mangrove ecosystems with interactive displays.
Other features include life-sized models of prehistoric sea creatures, a reconstruction of the whale fall ecosystem, and a massive 36-metre-wide screen projecting reef manta rays and zebra sharks gliding through.
Visitors can swing by the Singapore Oceanarium Store for ocean-themed souvenirs, books and pop-ups by local brands. There's also Explorer's Nook, a themed café serving light bites and pastries.
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