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Diary log:
13th March - The gang decided to go to Bintan for a holiday next next weekend. Planned itinerary as well as supplies for the 3 days. Drew up a list...
20th March - Shopping for supplies. List was misplaced... (well.... waddaya know...) Luckily, the list wasn't that long. Bought 21 bowls of instant noodles (3 each) and canned sausages n tuna. (Do you even need a list for these few items??!?!??)
26th March - The big day... Clarence and Lydia had to catch the later ferry, while the rest of us went ahead at the scheduled time. Hmm... funny thing that Shirley has 7 tickets with her.....
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| The beach girls raring to hit the surf.. Shirley and Cherin. |
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| Groggy from the ferry ride... Felt like throwing up if not for the fresh air. Mmmm |
The sun and sea were beckoning us... Hmm... Aaron was busy shooting away with his new found love (the camera) but the coach to the resort was nowhere to be seen. When we were just about half cooked in the sweltering heat, it finally decided to show up. Finally.
At the resort reception, we found out that Lydia and Clarence did not have the ferry tickets to Bintan... The 2 extra tickets with the advance party were long gone in the trash bin, being mistaken for useless. Ooops.
Well well well... NO hot water, NO water kettle! The first thing that came to mind was our instant noodles... all 21 of them!! Argh.
The surf become our consolation, so we hurriedly changed into our bare essentials and headed to the beach. Just as we were having fun, a thunderstorm was brewing and we had to be back to the huts. By then, Lydia and Clarence had arrived and the entire gang headed to the restaurant for dinner.
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| Cherin n Eugene at the beach when all was calm and nice. |
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| The girls (L to R): Shirley, Cherin and Lydia. |
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| The 4 guys (L to R): Aaron, Eugene, Clarence and me. |
Dinner was a serious affair as it was in the resort restaurant (not our sumptuous meal of instant noodles and canned tuna) which charged S$15 for a small bowl of rendang beef... However, my stomach was protesting and on the verge of calling a union strike (among all my internal organs), that I had to make do with the beef rendang. Surprisingly though, the beef was tasty, not to mention fatty - ideal for a chilling night such as this.
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| Tsk... they don't even serve Myojo mee and they dare call this a restaurant!! Argh.. |
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| You dun sell Myojo?? Yea... WHATever... Lalalalalalalala...... |
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| The hand on the left is not a supernatural limb that decided to join us for dinner. Its Clarence's. |
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