Wednesday, August 16, 2006
To Sengkang, 35 km. Some believe good things happen. I believe fortune happens to the prepared. As I cycle today, I go more or less wherever the road takes me and don't know exactly where I am. But I'm directionally right and find the turning I want: to Buangkok. But where a six-lane road used to be is now a dead end. I come across more dead ends before I find my way home. Sure, it's fun to explore. But when you need to be somewhere in a hurry and there are things to do, leaving things to serendipity is such a pity.