Sunday bike ride. Today I went for a ride without a map. This is not a good thing because typically to get to East Coast Park I need to consult a map at least three times. It is safet to assume then that I did not get to East Coast Park today. It should be easy enough...it is an island, and if you go east, you should end up at the east coast, where there is a park. The problem for me is getting there from here. I tend to turn and meander and wander down different streets to take a look at things. East has long lost its meaning to me, and I ride toward water instead. In this case it took me from the marina to the Esplanade Theaters, locally known as the Durians.

This is not a good shot of the building but it is a very unique concert and cultural performance center, and the spiky spiny architecture resembles that locally notorious fruit, the Durian. It is shaped kind of like a pineapple...in that it is spiky, and about that size, and the fruit is yellow. Id differs from pineapple in that it smells like shit....literally, there is no nice way to describe it. The fruit is illegal to carry onto buses or the subway and I think cabs as well, so if you buy it at the market you should be ready to walk home. The fruit is custardy in texture, and if you can get past the smell, it is actually kind of nice. I imagine the first person to have ever tried it was really hungry. At any rate, the concert halls are shaped like a pair of Durians on the edge of the Singapore River, and this was right about the time I knew exactly where I was and how far I had strayed from my original destination.