Have U Bin to Ubin?

It was an adventure unlike any other. Across the waters on a rickety bumboat and arriving at Pulau Ubin in the late afternoon, the tide inching its way up the shore, aided by the pouring rains and threatening thunderclouds. We had prayed hard for pleasant weather for the 'recce' session, but perhaps someone prayed harder (or better put, there was a greater need elsewhere). Either way, we made our way down to a (quite unsightly) shed stacked with bicycles, the main form of transport on the island which apparently portrayed a 1960s Singapore.

Drenched by that point in time we took off on $5 mountain bikes (which looked a little dodgy, but held out, fortunately).

sigh gtg...be back later.