Took the new NorthEast Line to Harbourfront, and walked under bronze-cheeked sky to Sentosa. Cast mauve bougainvilleas into the sea, where they rode waves till subsumed neath glittering froth. Before that had most pungent red curry with bamboo shoots at Le Meridien. A was most subtle on the singular aroma of bamboo shoots, but we thought little of it till the faecal pong convinced us entirely of their, ahemm, potency. Rode the monorail at Sentosa, hiked a while, visited haunted British barracks and played on swings while invoking Horus and Hera at peacock. Later rented bikes, I enjoying the skill and stability of J on a double bikey, while A whizzed alongside merrily. Dinner was at a strange cafe called Generation of Grace. J's suspicions confirmed... A delighted, naturally. I grazed my calf and made tonnes of Vit. D. |