Lots of sun, sand, sea - no wonder Gilligan looked so damn happy all the time...
We decided to spent the whole of the second day there - from about 11am to 7pm - doing Sweet Fuck All. Thank god for good books like Alan Hollinghurst to keep you feeling indolent, lazy, lolling and decadent.
Just because I'm immature and nasty like that, I made the extra effor to take my phone down to the beach with me, snapped a photo and mass MMSed it out to everybody who I knew would be at work (it was a Monday - which made feeling smug all the more sweet). I sent it off with a message that I hoped they were "having a nice monday because I know I am!"
Ben texted back, "You know, you really are a prick" which made me almost want to go "neh neh neh neh neh."
Our little home for the next 8 hours under a big leafy tree, and right in front of lots of sea and sunshine!
This beach has this excellent Just-Right combo between sun and shade so you can pretend to be a bit of a lizard and mooch in and out of the sun, depending on how much you can bear the sun and/or how deteremined you are to get a tan... which meant I was there pretty much all the time, determined to bake.
Sun oil and a good book is all you need to sizzle and fry and ignore the fact that you're actually killing off all your skin cells with harmful UV rays.
Eleni doesn't bother with the hassle of those weird tippy white loungers. She gets right out there with the sundeck mattresses - comfy cosy!
The only thing we bothered to do was to eat lunch which was at a cafe two steps away from our sun loungers so that didn't involve much hard work at all. In fact, we were both feeling like very happy beach bunnies...
Then again, the sunset sure was pretty!
A couple sitting near our sun loungers asked me to take a photo of them with the sunset (so sweet it makes me want to vomit - arg!). One of the very helpful resort staff ended up taking over to take the pix (he would know all the best angles after all these years). So after that, Eleni and I thought we'd ask him to take a photo of us too.
We're well smiley, sunkissed and real smappy.
It occured to me later that people might have thought we were a lesbian couple. I wouldn't be surprised since everyone I meet already thinks I'm a lesbian, gee. As it is, someone already asked me at my birthday party is Eleni was "just a friend? or a girlfriend?" aiyoooo. (If you hang out with a guy a lot, people think you're dating him; if you hang out with a girl a lot, they think you're a lesbian - what happened to good old friendships?)
We only got to stay for 2 nights though, so we were back on that ferry waaaay too soon and shuttling back on a crappy bus to KL.
Maybe that's a good thing though. I think the longer I stayed, the harder it would be to get back to reali life. Thing is no matter how long you stay on an island, it's never enough. I'm already scheming of ways to get away to another beach as soon as possible and am sooooooooo sooooo dreading having to start work again (this sudden explosion of blogposts is just another tactic to delay having to work...)
But well, it's Monday (much too) soon and my big nasty SMS mail out has come to bite me on the ass because now it's time for me to get my nose back on the grindstone and meet all those deadlines while lots of other people are out there sitting on that nice beach arggggg!!!
Evil Joe has been leaving me subtle messages on MSN to remind me about work. And then he follows up by sending an email as well. It is all punishment for that one tiny MMS.
I so hate him at the moment. Pffft.
Thanks to the Case of the Disappearing FlipFlops at Batu Caves, Eleni got real paranoid about losing the new Melissa Campana cheery-patterned ones she bought as a replacement. So the whole trip saw her carrying around a plastic bag to hide her shoes in before entering a temple. So you can imagine how thrilled she was to see this sign...
We also did the Suan Lum night market and got pampered at a lot of massage places (just because we could - and I don't even like massages that much actually...)
On our second last day there, we found ourselves stuck in traffic with a very talkative cab driver. We arranged with him to take us to the airport on the last day, and then decided later that we also wanted to squeeze in a few hours of Chatuchat market in the morning before flying off.
Then we did something very unlike our cautious, safe selves which was to ask him to pick us up from the hotel, take us to Chatuchat, wait for us with our bags in the boot while we shopped and then go to the airport.
But like, what if he runs off with our bags forever and sells all our clothes!!!!
We ended up spending only two hours at Chatuchat because we felt totally paranoid that we'd lose everything. But he was of the very honest kind and everything was in place. He really did just wait around the corner with our bags in the boot. Thai people are like that I guess - they just don't mess about the way people back home would. Funny how honesty becomes a bonus rather than a necessity.
Bangkok is always fun in that kind of chaotic sort of way because you never really know where you are... but we had to admit that we sure were glad to be flying out after the fourth day. The dust and traffic volume and that general stickiness you feel from being out and about in the city makes you really just want to go home and have a proper shower.
And heck, we'd worked hard enough what with all the walking and walking, and seeing and seeing, and worrying about tuktuk drivers ripping us off. It was time to go lounge by a big fat happy beach.
I swear everytime I walk past this bridge some married couple is taking pictures on it. I stood on it to prove a point that you can be photo-worthy if you're single too!!!!
The Asian Civilisations museum along the river. This is probably the only part of Singapore that makes me not dislike it cos it' really is a gorgeous building (and it sort of looks like it's made entirely of icing)
Clarke Quay was a total tourist dump when I was at school there but now look what a coat of Mentos pastel paint can do to the whole place. Suddenly it's trendy again because it looks so damn fake (Singaporeans like order, I guess). It's cute but so damn sickeningly arranged like a mathematical equation. Where's the spontaneity.
The Merlion is the cutest thing in the whole of Singapore, mythical characters always are.
I stamped my foot and insisted we go shopping at Far East and Chinatown for tacky Ah Lian clothes. Again, I ended up buying heaps and Eleni didn't get anything (such strong will!). In line with the theme park theme of the trip, we had to pose for pictures against the Most Perfect Chinatown In The World. Seriously, have you ever seen a Chinatown this quiet, this clean, this ordered and this lacking in character?! Still, the sky looks pretty cool (and that's the only part that's natural!)
Among other random noteworthy things, we spotted these cute staircases which almost makes you want to live in a super old, narrow multi-multi-multi-storey house, just so you can traipse up and down pink spiral stairs.
which had Eleni laughing so hard she couldn't even take the photo, so I had to take it for her. The thing is, I didn't even find it that funny because I've seen it so much and don't even think twice about it anymore. But Eleni went into total hysterics, which was probably funnier than the picture itself.
It did make us both think though, who the hell pees like that?!!?! See, I knew Singaporeans weren't all as put-together as they portray themselves to be!