On Saturday, after breakfast the GF and I took out the kayak and paddled to the two islands in the bay where, we were told, there was snorkeling. I went in front and took the role of steering, while the GF provided the power, the speed and, if one must be honest, most of the steering as well.
The snorkeling was disappointing, with sand kicked up by the previous night’s rain and nothing much to see even without it I think. There was also a strong current and the pinpricks from invisible sea creatures quite painful, so we returned to the beach where we’d moored the kayak. I lost my snorkel on the way back and the sand was such is couldn’t locate it. On the shore we found a hermit crab orgy underway, or something that looked like one to our mammalian eyes. Dozens of crabs of all sizes were tumbling about, chasing each other and rolling in a heaving mass of waving orange claws.
This romantic sight kept our attention for a good few minutes and then we paddled to the next island, to a more sober beach.
In the afternoon was a light rainstorm which brought a rainbow over the bay.
At night was a barbeque meal, surprisingly tasty, and the GF’s uncle had enough to drink that he was began recounting stories of his younger days when his lovers took him, a fresh-off-the-boat Kiwi, to Factory parties. He met Andy Warhol etc there but was rather ungrateful and uninterested, being more concerned about passing the bar than these exotic creatures.
Sunday was spent travelling back to KL — 90 minutes by boat, 150 minutes by car, 90 minutes by aeroplane, and 60 minutes by car — not much to say about it.