Perhaps the most painful bicycle ride in my life. I tied a sweater over the bicycle seat and forced a grin as I thumped over all the little bumpity-bumps. But still, it was wonderfully picturesque, cycling along the long canal to the quaint little neighboring town, breeze in hair, sun in eyes, boy in tow, and pain in groin.
The ducks were amazingly cute, amazingly hungry, and kinda made me hungry too if I thought too much about duck ... Wish we had ducks in Singapore to feed. Mummy would be so happy.
Well-prepared with bread to feed the ducks!
Rest stop! It looks as though I failed at launching, but I am actually mid air. I think.
