I discovered a very archaic notion today: that the best travel adventures are far far far away. BUT, memorable travel adventures could well be just 50-150km away. I was going through my photo gallery (the old iMac has miraculously revived) and am very happy to see old pics of our bikey days, and how us bikeybuddies are still collaborating across different geographies today.
I am not a very physical-activity person, but was so intrigued by the ancient canal towns surrounding the village I lived in, that it became my mode of transport to these places. On the Sundays I was not riding horses, I would be riding bicycles with these lovely peeps. I would wake up at 4am to get ready to cycle out of the island to meet them at the village outside, and we would share a breakfast of dumplings, noodles, and soya milk. Then we head off to the destination – whichever ancient water town on the itinerary that day.
We start early so as to avoid the sun and the traffic (more like the dust the traffic raises). Plus, I like to go really slow and enjoy the village view, which I could only see in films had I still lived in City SG (plus I don’t like perspiring and I don’t like panting). When we reach, it is time to: 1. get ICED COLD DRINKS (beer, normally); 2. just get off our asses, stand around and chat; 3. park our bikes and take photos! 4. FIND FOOD; then finally, 5. walk around the town trying to avoid the crowds. 6. Heave a huge sigh, and then brace ourselves for the trip back. Once I get back to my room, the first thing to do is to just crash on the cool ceramic floor and … nap … for the next FEW hours. 😀 Life was great. I love my pals. When I finally regain consciousness, it would be a whole texting spree of “hey, i’m awake”, “what time did you guys get back / wake up / etc etc”.
Funny how I cannot bring myself to blog this in the past tense.