We actually went into the park itself on our bikes and parked underneath the sheares bridge (or something).
The group that was there,
Inside the park,
Steamboat-cum-bbq after that
My boy, Lazychoo, on my boy, Dante at mount Faber.
Lazychoo looks happier on his dream bike than on mine.
Some crazy monkeys we got.
We parked along the slope near the entrance going up to the merlion. There were parking cones there because some big assed people were nearby having an important conference. Being the very good citizens we are, we utilized the cones.
Introducing the headless cone-man (his head actually fell off and landed near his knee)
The fireman preacher
The tribal elder shaman
The superstar with a LOUD voice screaming HAPPY NEW YEAR to every single passerby.
Caught this superstar giving out signatures half an hour later, when we moved to Kent Ridge park, so we took away his papers. He continued signing.
This was the end result of two markers and a group of bored bikers who rode all the way up to the pavilion.
At the end of the day, all of us were tired when we moved to west coast mac. It's proven by this artistic picture of xiongzzz,
taken by Jieliang.
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