With the bicycle all patched up, i decided to head to Seletar Camp.
Whoever said Seletar Camp was a quiet place probably only visited half of it. While East Camp (houses at least a School of Logistics) was quite tolerable, West Camp scared me.
At the bus stop where i took the photo of the Youth Flying Club, within 10 minutes i can safely say more than 50 vehicles went past. Majority were 10-wheeled dumpsters.
The roads there were devilishly dusty. Rubbing your eyes along a narrow 2 lane road where heavy vehicles speed past you isn't exactly comforting for a cyclist.
At the bus stop where i took the photo of the Youth Flying Club, within 10 minutes i can safely say more than 50 vehicles went past. Majority were 10-wheeled dumpsters.
The roads there were devilishly dusty. Rubbing your eyes along a narrow 2 lane road where heavy vehicles speed past you isn't exactly comforting for a cyclist.