Getting Out

The plan had been to go for a walk in the early morning with the usual suspects - Boon, Mei, Nahar and Yati - but this was abandoned when the news came, just as we were ready to drive off, that Boon was suffering from a poorly leg (or two) and Nahar from a mountain of exam work. So Noi and I went to West Coast Park instead to stretch our own legs, and had a jolly good time there instead.

We missed our chums, of course, but made the best of our own company. And we caught sight of three otters free-styling in one of the ponds there, which alone was worth the price of admission (not that we had to pay.)