I admit it was not very typical of me, but it just happened that when I woke up, I realised that a whole day lay free in front of me. And since the last out-of-the-world thing I did was to water my plants with multi-vitamin water in the hope they would grow faster (only to see one of them consequently poisoned and left with 2 leaves now), I thought it was time to be me again. In an hour, I was out of my house and on my way to the East Coast, to discover where riding east of East Coast would lead to.
2 hours later I found that it ended in Changi beach, though come to think of it I could have just referred to the street directory to satisfy my curiosity and saved myself the 3 hours of cycling. But as Master Card said, there are some things money can't buy, and the journey was as such, even if I did have to pay 16 dollars to rent the bike.
I had started of pretty upbeat, optimstic about the inspiration the sea would provide me for the next blog post. Sadly, the sea had better things to do other than to offer the skinny little indian, riding with a haversack on a bicycle with a bell that was bright pink in colour and with the words 'I Love You' on it, stories for him to write about. On my way to Changi, my thoughts kept me company and I lavished praise on the breeze that gently massaged and cooled my body. On my way back, it was just me and the little pink bell pushing against the same wind.
By the time I was done, I was left counting the cost of this misadventure that lay in the form of worn out knees, a fatigued body and a huge deficit in my wallet. That and a nice tan that I noticed on removing my watch. Though as a good friend pointed out,
2 hours later I found that it ended in Changi beach, though come to think of it I could have just referred to the street directory to satisfy my curiosity and saved myself the 3 hours of cycling. But as Master Card said, there are some things money can't buy, and the journey was as such, even if I did have to pay 16 dollars to rent the bike.
I had started of pretty upbeat, optimstic about the inspiration the sea would provide me for the next blog post. Sadly, the sea had better things to do other than to offer the skinny little indian, riding with a haversack on a bicycle with a bell that was bright pink in colour and with the words 'I Love You' on it, stories for him to write about. On my way to Changi, my thoughts kept me company and I lavished praise on the breeze that gently massaged and cooled my body. On my way back, it was just me and the little pink bell pushing against the same wind.
By the time I was done, I was left counting the cost of this misadventure that lay in the form of worn out knees, a fatigued body and a huge deficit in my wallet. That and a nice tan that I noticed on removing my watch. Though as a good friend pointed out,
"Krish, elephants don't get tanned."
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