Wednesday, July 12, 2006
The best part about vacationing in Tioman (or any other island getaways I suppose) is the joy of not caring what time is it. Actually, there is no need to care for time. It's simple really. When the sun rises, you wake up. When your tummy rumbles, you eat. When the sun is up, you frolick at the beach. When you feel dirty, you take a bath. When the sun sets, you sleep.
I had no internet access and there were no daily papers to buy. There were no updates on traffic condition via the radio and who cares about the nightly 8 o'clock news? The only thing was that Celcom is the only telco with coverage there, and the phone had to be on in case of office emergencies. But thank goodness those calls were kept to a minimum. I warned them before I left. But they had Astro. So the World Cup was not an issue.
Every night after dinner, we'd take a stroll along the jetty.
This little hut may not seem like much, but this is the only place in Kampung Salang that serves a decent latte.
Image having breakfast to a view like this every morning... sure beats munching on sandwiches while being stuck in a crawl along Jalan Tun Razak at 8am!
Happy soaking up the sun!
"Make sure you cannot see my belly ah!"
Things you capture on camera when you are on the beach.
Look at how brown I became! SKII whitening products? Bah. Not for me!
Seaside cafe at Salang Pusaka.
Dinner is by the beach too with an amazing view to boot. I love the smell of fresh seafood cooking on the grill coupled with the salty tang in the air. I go barefoot during dinner so that I can dig my toes into the sand while I chew on my food.
Lanterns were lit to enable us to read the menu.
Salang Dream Restaurant by the beach.
White sandy beaches, swaying palm trees...
I zoomed all the way in trying to focus, and the boyfriend saw me with the camera in hand and decided to say hello.
Still nice and brown.
The crystal blue waters.
See the dark patch in the water? If you look closely, you might notice a whole school of tiny fish there! There were probably 8 million of them swimming under the jetty when I took this picture.
How can you bear to leave a view like this?
A nice solo shot to illustrate the picture perfect view behind me.
Upon zooming in, notice the shirt I'm wearing? Brought it along so that I can wear it to return to KL when Italy gets the cup. Hoorah!
One Brasil. One Azzuri.
Taken from the back of the speedboat.
On the day we left the island, even the skies were grey.
And the speedboat roared off into the distant...
Alas, all good things must come to an end, and here I am back in KL. The World Cup is over. The vacation is over. Things should be back to normal in no time...
... after enduring the withdrawals first that is.
Oh, and I did not come home from Tioman empty-handed. I brought along some souvenirs too!
Oooh, what's that? A bite?
Yes, it's a freaking sandfly bite! Argh. Everytime I go to the beach, I come home with these. There are huge, red and itchy as hell! Those sandflies are like tiny microscopic creatures but with such venom in them. I have about 8 of them all over my legs, arms and back.
Posted by Doreen at 10:33 am