Geyao outing to ECP!

I actually forgot exactly when we last had a Geyao seniors outing, but it has definitely got to be more than six months ago. We decided to veer from our conventional activity, i.e. karaoke and makan, and went outdoors instead. We prolly damaged Jia Hui's car by squeezing 5 in the backseat from Parkway Parade all the way to ECP. :P



It's either that I've not been to ECP for yonks, or the prices for bike rental has dipped real drastically due the increase in competition in the business. We each got decent bikes at $6 for 3 hours! I sound like a country bumpkin. : Plus my cycling skills were really rusty.

Jetty! Plenty of people fishing despite the drizzle, and the spot's really scenic with the late afternoon sky's rosy hue. Raymond brought his kites, so we decided to have a shot at flying them. The parafoil kite was incredibly difficult to fly, especially with the drizzle. Then it started to shower so we were forced to retire to a pavilion nearby, where we spent an hour playing a full round of Saboteur and picnicing. And the rain turned out to be those long-drawn kind of heavy drizzle, so we were forced to cycle back to the shop, which was probably 1 km away, in the rain. I was secretly congratulating myself for foreseeing the probability of it raining and reminding Jack and myself to bring an extra shirt to change out of, as well as baby wipes to clean up. We wound up cycling harder than ever, and my arse and thighs hurt from the fervent peddling, my eyes stung from the relentless pelting of the rain and the back of my shirt and jeans was splotched with sand and grit kicked up by the rear tyres of the bike. I felt uber yucks by the time we all arrived back at the shop, all drenched to the bone and spotting the same brown patch on the back of our shirts. It was hilarious in a super sick manner. But we had fun, didn't we?

Trotted back to one of the hawker centres near Parkway Parade for dinner, and Jack told me that there was actually a KOI shop nearby. Strangely, it was like lighting a matchstick and then watching it burn out real fast. The craving started and stopped just there. There's a reason why I love my sense of self-control when it comes to craving sinful food.

Hopefully it won't all end after the outing yesterday, because I've had so much fun with this buncha, I want it all over again (minus the rain and sand in my hair). And I kinda miss the camaraderie, even though it may mean on different levels with different individuals.

(P.S.: Prior to meeting the rest of them at Parkway Parade, I was actually having a hissy fit about wearing long jeans to the park, when all of them had been decked out in shorts. Blessing in disguise after all. :) I've got Jack to thank for that.)