An Adventure To The Unknown

Last Sunday, I went cycling at East Coast Park with MZ and WL. We took a long walk from MZ's house (Joo Chiat area) to the East Coast where we rented three bikes for a horrendous amount of money.

(S$6 an hour and you get "a free hour for every hour you rent")

We were trawling around the Lagoon area when we saw this chap peddling furiously in the opposite direction. MZ called out and the mystery biker jammed his brakes suddenly and swung his bike around, narrowly missing decapitating other cyclists in the way.

It turned out to be Nori, MZ's cousin. What a small world!

And so the four of us continued cycling (Nori at a much slower pace, of course) towards Changi Village.

I was surprised to see a new connector linking the East Coast Parkway to Changi Village! So much safer than riding on the treacherous Changi Coast Road where budding F1 wannabes let loose their Lewis Hamilton fantasies. There were so many picturesque views of the sea from the park connector! My apologies for not having any photos to show... I was kicking myself half the time.

After a cold drink at Changi Village, MZ sounded the idea of visiting the infamous defunct Old Changi Hospital, a boon for paranormal enthusiasts. Nori and I got excited; WL was of course reluctant. Democracy won and we started our trek towards the foreboding hospital.

WL got tired during the climb up the steep slope that led to the hospital and so Nori and I reached the hospital first.

MZ and I almost had wet dreams when we reached the place; it was exactly the kind of place we wanted to stake out over a night!

I must admit the place was freaking creepy even if I am not one to be scared easily. I took the lead by riding into the building. The moment I crossed the boundary between courtyard and building (though only the external corridor), I was filled with an aura of gloom and doom. It was depressing. It was a peaceful evening; there were birds chirping outside and pretty silent otherwise, but my ears filled with a lot of soundless noise.

It was as if there were a lot of things going on in that hospital that we couldn't see or feel. But they certainly were there.

But I must say that the Old Changi Hospital is a great place for photography! The following picture was of this corridor that led to the innards of the foreboding building. It was a classic scene out of a horror movie.

We didn't manage to explore the building further as the sun was setting so we made a unanimous decision to leave the place. WL and Nori were pretty creeped out. I was shaken, to be honest. MZ and I discussed that we will be back one day to take some photos (but don't think we will want to stay overnight... no no).

Soon after, I discovered that I lost my mobile phone... bummer.

A long ride back and extra hours taken meant that we were to pay S$43 for the day's use of three bikes. Profit margin for the operators must be good.

(Photos' source: www.pbase.com/synapseman/och)