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Again we thought about maybe not writing this blog as we didn't want to stir up large amounts of jealousy amongst you guys back home... due to the fact that for a week we lived in absolute luxury! But then we thought... what the hell, we want to rub it in your faces! So here goes...
We flew into Johor Bahru from Sabah and we actually thought we wouldn't make it across the sea as Air Asia flights aren't that great at the best of times but this was terrifying! With no warning whatsoever the plane dropped what felt like 10 storeys, through complete thin air and everyone on the plane screamed. Except Laura who let out another noise which again resembled that of an old, dying walrus. But we landed safely and were picked up by a driver who was going to take us to the boat which would then take us across to Sibu Island.
When we got to the boat 2 hours later we were helped onto it by Anip and Bob the Boatman. These were the first glimpses of the loves of our lives... little did we know at the time! The speedboat left off and we bounced our way over to the island. The sea was very rough that day and it felt like we were actually going to take off. Once again Laura let out a few more walrus barks as the boat flew through the air.
As we approached the island we let out gasps of delight at the sheer beauty of our new home. Long stretches of sandy, white beaches, crystal clear, sparkling blue sea and an adorable line of huts along the sand. We were greeted by Sam, the manager of the resort and he explained to us the lowdown of the island. Basically we were free to do what we liked! Marvellous!
We settled in to our new home and went for an evening dip in the sea. It was bath water temperature even though it was 7 o'clock at night and clear enough so that Martha did not have a panic attack everytime a wave went past. Walking in the sea was just like walking along a very comfortable carpet. We spotted some young boys running around on the beach, and as there was a large group of children aged about 12 on a school trip to the island, we asumed they were part of their little posse! There was one particular small blond boy who was absolutely burnt to a crisp! We headed to the little 24 hour bar on the resort to have a small tipple and to relax after a long day travelling. We then realised the 'young' boys from the beach actually comprised of some hot (some not), English talent. After a lot of eye contact and exchanging of glances, not a word was uttered so we decided to go to bed! When we got to our chalet it was crawling with bugs, Laura's bed covered with poo from some sort of insect and birds squawking in the thatched roof! Holy Moses! We evacuated quickly and headed to the bar for some mosquito nets and creepy crawly protection. The boys were all round the bar so we thought it a good way to strike up some conversation. However, after the normal "name?", "where have you been?" and "where are you going next?" converstions were over we plunged into awkward silence. We did find out though, that the youngest boy was not infact 12, he was 18.... and the small burnt boy was actually 30! Whoopsie!
The next day we did a spot of sunbathing. We got restless from being constantly in the heat... Laura spent pretty much the whole day in the sea whilst Martha walked aimlessly up and down the beach. Nyima, meanwhile, developed a lovely golden tan. She was in the sun the whole day and did not burn at all but Martha and Laura who lathered on the factor 30 and stayed out of the sun burnt so that their skin colour resembled that of a tomato. Whoopsie! (We apologise about the word 'whoopsie'... it has somehow become a common phrase amongst us... used whenever we do something wrong - which is most of the time really!)
That night we dressed up to the nines again, all ready for some human interaction and......... nothing. Anip brought us some cards which we played with for about half an hour. Then we went to bed. At 9.30.
The next day we ordered some boiled eggs for breakfast. They bought us out 2 each and we sat down excited at the thought of them! But then we cracked them open and it was like they had literally been cooked for a single minute. The white was still clear and gloopy and it merged with the yolk so that we couldn't even eat that! We sent them back straight away and a few minutes later 6 new eggs were brought out to us. Again we cracked them open and the same thing happened. We were outraged! So we sent them back again. But the cheek of it... they brought us out a bowl of hot water and six more eggs and told us to make our own! We were severely unimpressed!
The sky was very cloudy today so we literally sat in the bar all day and found some crosswords from old magazines. Which we completed. It may sound boring but it was so relaxing to hear the waves around you and to take a breather after all the hard work we had been doing! We even managed to strike up a conversation with one of the younger boys after we overheard that his name is Fergus. (Fergus is Martha's dads name and it is quite unusual to hear someone else called it!) He said we could 'party on up' with him later on that night! We got very excited.
So after dinner we headed straight to the bar and sat down on the bar stools. We ordered our drinks and settled in for a night of fun, frolicks and laughs! Our tipple of choice was the Long Island Iced Tea which contains seven spirits. Guarenteed to get the party started... and it helps you get straight to sleep when you go to bed! We had a fabulous night and finally broke the ice with the hot tottie on the island. We got on especially well with Fergus and his friend Alex as they were our age and ENGLISH! The actual first English people we have seen on our whole entire journey. They were really posh and talked about 'prep school' and they both went to boarding school and they have very posh accents. We partied the night away and eventually crawled to bed at about 3am.
On Saturday we were rather tired from our late night. We tried to venture to the beach again but it was just too hot. So whilst Nyima (who could stand the blistering heat) bathed to her hearts content, Martha and Laura frolicked about in the sea. Martha decided to be brave and just run into the sea with her lovely trekking sandals on however she unfortunately tripped and fell and they broke. It was very sad. But with Laura's help she ventured into the big blue ocean without shoes on and had a wonderful time!
That evening was official party night! The resort was full as a massive boatload of people had arrived the night before so the night looked to be a good one. We sat round a table and exchanged banter amongst Fergie and Alex. If you are confused as to why we have called one of the pictures 'Tilly, Cassie, Purver and Fergie' it is because these are officially our new nicknames. Tilly because Laura looks like a friend of Fergie and Purvs, Cassie because Martha reminds Fergie and Purv of Cassie from Skins, Fergie becasue it is short for Fergus and Purv because Alex looks like a boy called James Purver. And Nyima's is Maaaaak as this is how she said Marks name when asked. Stewart, the small burnt boy, was very drunk and a bit crazy. He stood on a dog and sang 'Sexy Eyes' to Laura all night. We had another banging night and this time we went to bed at 4am! Ooooh rebels.
On Sunday we didn't really do much again except eat, do crosswords and play cards. We thought we would have a quiet(ish) one that night and so only partied until 1.30am. Anip got extremely drunk even though he was working and told Martha that a relationship wouldn't work between them 'because you are a white girl and i am a negro'.
Monday was pretty much the same as Sunday except we introduced the games chess and checkers to our list of fun activities. It was Sam, the managers, birthday and so a big party was planned. Most of the guests had now gone home so there were only a few people on the guest list to the bonfire birthday bash - us included! The party started off swimmingly with a rather interesting cake being brought out. The creator of the cake was Violy and to be honest - it was bloody awful! She had put squirty cream on the top and we soon found out that the reason for that was to actually give the cake some sort of taste. We had to find a bin that she wouldn't look in to hide the cake.
Unfortunately Nyima had an early night due to unforseen circumstances but Martha and Laura continued to rave until 6 a bloody clock in the morning! Wowzer! Their party antics included a midnight dip in the sea, Anip performing a circus act by dancing on the rafters and about 7,892 shots. Needless to say they were a bit tired in the morning, which was not good as we were setting off on what prooved to be our longest journey yet. We'll provide you with more information on this horrible journey in the next blog! Ta ta for now x x
PS. It is the full moon party tonight so we apologise if no blogs are written for a while as we need time to get over what will probably be mightily large hangovers!
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