Before I go to church camp early tomorrow morning (Newton by 0630hr!), here's an entry that's a little overdue.
Well, on Monday, we held a farewell for the graduates in the West unit who are moving on to various other groups. It was a simple affair at Marina South. However, Benaiah, Marcus and I went crazy and decided to stay overnight at the nearby riverside.
So we just stayed there and chatted. When we got a little tired, we decided that the wooden floor area was a really nice place to lie down - nice view, cool breeze, not-too-hard surface. Until the cockroaches appeared. Guess you can't have your cake and eat it too. I killed one of the little critters and then we went up to the pavillion where the floor was rock-hard, but no cockroaches. Decent place, until the mosquitoes appeared.
We gave up. Decided to go for a long walk instead. We set our sights on Lau Pa Sat and headed out in the general direction. Yes, we do know that Marina South is not that near to the city - we're not dumb. It's supposed to be a long walk. So we passed under the Benjamin Sheares Bridge and got onto this really ulu place. It's all just grass and trees. I don't even know how to describe the place - you've got to be there to see it for yourself. Anyway, we just walked and walked, looking for a way to get to the city. It was kind of like orienteering, but no map. Anyway, to cut a long story short, we eventually got near to some semblance of civilisation - a contruction site and a highway ramp - after walking God knows how far. Strangely, the moment we reached the highway ramp, a taxi appeared and actually hesitated, seeing if we wanted to take it. Faced with the alternative which was to flank one big round around the construction site, we thought for awhile and opted to take the cab.
Uneventful breakfast at Lau Pa Sat, and then we were off to Raffles Place to wait for the first train. We got to the quadrangle outside the station and discovered that it was a great place to lie down and sleep (tip for future stunts like this). There was even a group of amatuer bartenders practising their flairing. Our city does look very different after the cows come home, you know.
There's more to blog, but I got to run!
