Cycling at East Coast

Last Friday, my parents decided we will go cycling on Saturday morning and so when I woke them up on Saturday morning, they soon left the house after washing up, packing some ham and cheese sandwich for breakfast and prepared my snack and drinks.

We arrived at East Coast at around 8.35am in the morning when there were not many people around. Mama brought me to the beach while Papa went to look for a toilet to answer nature's call.

As I am at the stage of picking up vocabulary, I soon picked up the word "beach" as I stood at the beach watching the waves come in. What impressed Mama more was the following. I wanted to play with the sea water but as we were there primarily to cycle, Mama said we have to ask Papa to see if we can play with sea water because we were there for cycling. She said it and then repeated herself again. I kept silent for a while, then I said, "Papa", presumably asking for my father.

Then, after some time, when we joined Papa outside the bicycle rental shop, I said,"Beach, beach". Mama thinks I really meant to ask Papa if I can play at the beach.

Papa rented a tandem bicycle for our little family of three as Mama has forgotten how to ride a bicycle. Before coming, Mama thought I will be placed in a child seat and be in front of Papa while she will ride behind him. The child seat that the rental shop offers differs from Mama's imagination though. I got a seat larger than what Mama had thought would be and in the end, I was strapped behind Mama instead.

Though Mama was a little concerned as I was strapped behind the adults and neither my parents could see what was happening to me behind their backs, plus I was also a little unsure why my parents are putting me on this seat and strapping me up, we were soon enjoying ourselves as we rode towards Bedok Jetty and back.

Soon after we started, Mama turned back and asked if this is nice and I said nice. She asked me this very same question a couple of times which I patiently replied and then I decided that was it, I am not answering this "nice" question anymore.

Along the way, Mama also tried to turn back to take my pictures as it's the first time I am cycling with my parents but she is really limited. Look at this poor take.

On our way back to return the bicycle, we stopped by for a short break where I ate my snacks and drank a small packet of Milo. Then we went back to the rental shop to return the bicycle as Mama had to work later in the day.

After returning the bicycle, I said "beach, beach" to Papa, presumably asking to play at the beach. Mama managed to get Papa to allow me to spend a few short moments at the beach. I got my shoes wet and we soon left after my parents washed me with the water from my water bottle.

It was a short but really pleasant trip to East Coast and my parents are thinking of coming back here again this Saturday...