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Bintan Trip - 25 to 27 July


A bag of food.
A bag of clothes.
A bag of misc stuff.


HS' birthday present.
Nope, not the villa but a 4 days 3 nights stay.
Our 'free' accomodation, thanks to Ah Hing.


To maximise savings, we brought our own food.
Of course, the greatest contribution was from JH & her mum (as the supporting role).
Next is me! Because of the eggs...milk...bread (which I kept nagging them to finish), chips.
Then HS with the oversized Coco Crunch and many boxes of pizza.


The last thing I expect from a sunkissed trip is the above.
Oh well, you can't control the weather.


So we slacked.
And JH washed.
And HS cooked.
And I, well, broke the 'tradition' of girls-in-the-kitchen-and-guys-wait-to-be-served; and 'accompanied' the only guy of the day.


Until the rain stopped and we could finally head out for a stroll.


And then it was dinner and desserts, the 9pm volleyball show, off to pick up the second guy of the day.


And the last birthday celebration in the group before the clock struck 12am (Indo time).


Day 1 gang.

First day ended with me feeling I was at home and the trip didn't really feel like a trip. I guess it's mainly because of the rain. What's worse was I had to sleep alone in a foreign room and I freaked myself out by letting my imagination run wild. I managed to drift in and out of sleep and finally woke up to another day, only to realise the weather was just as gloomy. It made me feel more like a sunkissed trip not.


But we got dressed for the beach nevertheless and coincidentally all of us were in skirts.




The sun still refused to come out...



So we decided to have some exercises...



Followed by an exciting and interesting banana boat ride.
I almost got 'killed' (again) by my dear friends.
I think I can always use the phase or rather borrow the movie title - I (You) Know What You Did Last Summer!



And then a dip in the pool before we went to fetch the couple who arrived last.


An unwanted guest at the pool.




Day 2 ended with a rather expensive dinner at one of the restaurants and I must say it's wise of us to bring our own food. The plate of food above costs $35 (and not nett my dear).


Day 3 was back to the pool because I (desperately) needed a tan.
The weather was still gloomy until 11am.
And finally, with 2hrs on the bench, at least I can say I'm back from Bintan.


Thanks peeps for the fun (as always).
Phuket next year shall we?

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