8 hours of peddling and seeing things.
The Whole Gang
At Changi Village after NasiLemark!
40% dead.
Back at EastCoast.
100% dead.
LOLOLOL
What I was suppose to see if I hadn't been sleeping.
(pic credits to jasmine, love fb, no chasing required)
Singapore has its charms at night. The back roads besides fields with wildflowers, the crazy long bridges atop highways and the seamless endless dark paths that made being awake and moving my fatass thighs worthwhile.
Maybe it's my bad eyesight, or laggy senses because no one else seem to be doing that, but I had to slow down often just so I could just take all of it in. Things become more vast night, or so it seems.
I remember a lot of bananas, cats, upslopes (more than downslopes), stars and gatorade somewhere in the mix of things. Sung a lot of songs with Bro while cycling cause whoa hey, no one was around to really hear it anyway. Wenyan, the first timer hung in there throughout the journey and I can finally say she can cycle- bends and all! The guys were really helpful and noisy, which kept our dieded spirits up. Wenling's energy was never ending as usual. 5 hours in and she was trying to get people to do cheers. LOL *give me one sotong clap!*
A lot of them seem more alive after the cycle, but I was a goner. Slept through a sunrise, macdonald's breakfast and a cab ride. Which will explain the sleeping pictures. I aptly remember Wenling laughing at me from ANOTHER cab when I woke up in my cab. Real funny.
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