





I sit watching the clouds roll in, then make my way to the terminal to shelter as the heavens open. When the storm has passed, the bum boat departs with its silent passengers.
At Changi Point, immigration officers pore over the contents of my bike pack and, satisfied there's no contraband, turn their attention to my GPS — apparently intrigued by how it works and how I use it — and warn me to be careful of Singaporean thieves. I acknowledge with gratitude their concern, and equally gratefully depart their company.
The Changi Coast Road and East Coast Park bike path take me back into Singapore. Navigating through the afternoon grid lock, I'm back in the Perak Hotel in Little India in time for dinner.
My shonky wheel went the distance!
July 27 | 73.05 kilometres | 4:25 | 16.5 km/h average
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