for the glorious time we had at pulau ubin yesterday
i have always been a fan of cycling, nature
and adventure outings.
so pulau ubin was an idea waiting to happen!
fuzzy went a week earlier and got bitten by mosquitoes
but thanks to the ever dutiful armybrand mosquito repellant,
we escaped bumps-free(:
best times was
the countless downhill slopes
feeling the breeze on my back
screaming and whooping in joy
bending low to embrace the speed
gosh i so miss the feeling
adrenalin equals ultimate euphoria~
just the scenery is reason enough to pack your bags and have a little family picnic
i remember vaguely once when i was younger
my aunts, my cousins and my family would sit by the beach eating
nasi lemak while we kids played by the shoreline
but i cant for the life of me remember the ferry ride there.
heh i wonder why.
too bad the scenic seaside picture was tainted with the new installation of the iron fence all around the island
to keep the illegal immigrants at bay
our tour guides, kai and adi, wanted to bring us to the quarry area
but it was closed off
tt was a minor setback..
we took pictures of the place tho.
and loads more funny poses
i even had a new hairdo!
links:
http://picasaweb.google.com/casualtyofsociety/UbinCycling
then halfway zul's bike's front tire blew a flat.
we went back to the starting point to change the bike
and discovered a wonderful gassy lemonade drink
zul's 2nd bike proved to be a pain as well
the gears kept shifting everytime pressure was placed on it
and being the kind soul tt i am
(i'm a heroine init?)
i exchanged my bike with him
the rest of the journey was more or less accident-free
..
which reminds me of the 'cycling trick' of riding zigzag upslope
funny as hell
shld have taped tt
LOL
but hope you guys aren't too injured by tt
we left ubin with a sense of accomplishment..
of having trekked that far all over the island
of cooking maggi outdoors with the littlest appliances
of feeding poor hungry strays called milo, leftover noodles and soggy bread
of waiting and lending a hand to friends who are on the brink of frustration-izom
of getting a chance to meet mother nature and enjoy the fruits of her labour
of capturing the moments we had on film
and keeping the rest in our memories
and last but not least,
of suffering from aches and pain the very next day
but knowing that it was all bloody hell worth every minute
thanksomuch for the experience!
we shld do this some time again (:
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