We sing, we dance, we steal things
Good memories. Golly good memories. No doubt Ubin is the 60's of Singapore. Not that I was born in the 60's. But I do know my history.
Sososo, the sky was so clear and there's no cycling trail. Imagine six of us struggling up the hills with rocks and everything that’s not nice underneath.The rain did leave puddles of mud and I skidded right through the slope downhill. But no, didn't fall. The sun did pop out after a while and disappeared again. Ate seafood and had another go at in-line skating before heading home. Good memories.
