It is such a shame that time hasn’t been on my side of late, especially since it’s the holidays and time should be of the abundance. Nonetheless, it should never be an excuse to not submit an entry altogether.
At a time when time and finance constrict, I would consider myself fortunate to have had the opportunity to rediscover what I’ve grown to miss over the past 2 years – Pulau Perhentian. Its tranquil shores and laidback inhabitants complement the vast blueness of the surrounding seas and sky. It is by far the only place where I’m allowed the luxury to dream away as long as the white sandy beaches that hug its shores. It is one of those few places I feel I could really let go of everything.
But it didn’t start off that way.
Ulat, tahu ulat?
I say fuck you, bitch. The moment we got to Larkin on May 29, we found out we were duped by the ‘worm’ who sold us the ticket to Jerteh earlier in the week – all RM45 of it. It’s no small joke considering I was on a super tight budget. And all the lady could muster was nonchalance, something totally out of line. We forked out another RM60 each just to get on a bas sekolah for the 11-hour turbulence to the east coast. Here’s another fuck you to you, bitch.
The drama continued when we finally got to Kuala Besut. We overlooked the possibility of not getting a bus ticket back to Singapore come Sunday night. As usual, Uncle Murphy had it all figured out. I would have opted to wait out the bus-drought but the girls had to be back as scheduled. So we bade farewell to a further SGD105 for a flight from Kota Bharu to Kuala Lumpur and then a bus back the same night. At least that got us safely back home together.
Did it damper the mood off the entire trip? I’m glad it didn’t, at least for me. Perhentian made up for it.
At a time when time and finance constrict, I would consider myself fortunate to have had the opportunity to rediscover what I’ve grown to miss over the past 2 years – Pulau Perhentian. Its tranquil shores and laidback inhabitants complement the vast blueness of the surrounding seas and sky. It is by far the only place where I’m allowed the luxury to dream away as long as the white sandy beaches that hug its shores. It is one of those few places I feel I could really let go of everything.
But it didn’t start off that way.
Ulat, tahu ulat?
I say fuck you, bitch. The moment we got to Larkin on May 29, we found out we were duped by the ‘worm’ who sold us the ticket to Jerteh earlier in the week – all RM45 of it. It’s no small joke considering I was on a super tight budget. And all the lady could muster was nonchalance, something totally out of line. We forked out another RM60 each just to get on a bas sekolah for the 11-hour turbulence to the east coast. Here’s another fuck you to you, bitch.
The drama continued when we finally got to Kuala Besut. We overlooked the possibility of not getting a bus ticket back to Singapore come Sunday night. As usual, Uncle Murphy had it all figured out. I would have opted to wait out the bus-drought but the girls had to be back as scheduled. So we bade farewell to a further SGD105 for a flight from Kota Bharu to Kuala Lumpur and then a bus back the same night. At least that got us safely back home together.
Did it damper the mood off the entire trip? I’m glad it didn’t, at least for me. Perhentian made up for it.
As pictures paint a thousand words, I’d leave that bit of my narration to the upcoming photo flood.
