Chalet

We do apologize for the late, late entry but as all our writeups go this one's as good quality as the rest. And no we haven't been on the loopy juice.

Night Riders

So night cycling it was. 

Without headlights, helmets, or a clue where we were going. Just sail into the wide blue yonder, or black since it was nighttime. Seek, and ye shall find.

Whatever la hor.

With our resident Joker playing chaffeur, Yiming drove down to the chalet with everything loaded into his car. Needless to say we wished he would crash but didn't. After everything Yiming, Edwin, Wai Siong, Lina, Alex, Chua, Su, Wen Hao, Carine and Kelvin went to cycle. At night. 

As luck would have had it, Alex's bike self-destructed halfway through the journey because - and we suspect that this is true - that it didn't much like him. Anyway Alex wasn't alone because Carine volunteered to stay with him. Alex, thank Carine. Must.

First stop, Ah Gu -- uh sorry we mean Changi Village! Where you see many people! Some of whom aren't man! Man!

Continuing on after not mentioning that we saw many Ah Guas at Changi Village, we cycled alongside the runways at Changi Airport (no confusion here. Planes are planes. They don't attempt to be someone they're not.). Yiming, Alex and Lina, having rather good eyesight at night, spotted the A380 taking off and were very excited that they saw it. The pilot didn't find it amusing.

12am broke, and Alex the birthday boy got whacks on his back. Nah not really, we just wished it were so. Beside the runway was where Alex celebrated his 18th year on Planet Earth and we sang a song to duly commemorate it. Good on you, Alex. Keep living.

Next stop was Bedok Jetty where we got a chance to rest our overworked bikes and butts. Yeah you try cycling non stop there and see how you take it. 

With Su complaining the loudest among the group we decided to head for Macs at Bedok so we could get some R&R. The pictures tell of the unspeakable torture we had to endure..

...at the hands of the "Big Mac". Oh the bliss of having aircon and a large cup of Coke in your hands.

Following the terror of McDonalds we cycled through Pasir Ris through Tampines and we reached our home away from home at 4am, having cycled for 6 hours straight. 

It honestly is a most fun experience cycling at night. Much different from the day. You get to see things you don't see in the day (Ah Guas. cough.) and stuff at night seriously looks better. Come on, don't tell me you didn't like the Formula 1 night race. Damn you.

Anyway, here be miscellaneous photos to complete this post.