It's good-bye to paps "campstyle" cooking (only my dad would lug across a butane stove cooker, pots, cooking utensils and food). He somehow manages to whip up fish curry, rice, noodles and insists on feeding us most days.
We spend the last few nights treating ourselves to fish and chips, burgers at the laidback funky Beach Shack. where you can get your hair checked for lice by the resident monkey Endon.
Tiffany and I giggle over the ripped waiter, Kelvin, who is dark enough to be mistaken for Malay but turns out to be a Hokkien boy!
The hot sultry afternoons make it hard for Jimmy to sleep, even lying on the bed makes him sweat. We all feel the heat and lethargy, and there's not much else to do but try and nap.
I am feeling it the most I think, as my itchy rash has returned with the heat and I am all out of creams. A strong windy thunderstorm kept me awake and I jump out of bed with the storm and a crashing sound (cat eating leftover food outside paps' chalet), thundering waves all combine with a bed that isn't too comfy. My sleep goes out the window and so too does holiday rest.
A far cry from our star-studded eyes that viewed our holiday abode initially, it's time to leave and a part of me is more than willing to return home.