The full moon lit the sea up all night so I woke, mistaking it for dawn. The sound of the sea was lovely, and whilst I wouldn’t say I slept very well, I did wake feeling quite relaxed. In the mid-morning we took kayaks out to the mangrove lined creek. I enjoyed it and wondered if I would like kayaking as a regular activity. I think I would, it shares much with walking.
I have just finished a really dire book, but one which I read with fascination and a sense of duty. Crazy Rich Asians – badly written, with stupid plot and poorly realised characters, and a wish fulfillment on so many levels that I lost track a chapter or two in. It opened with a Singaporean family being turned away from a posh London hotel by the manager and, with a couple of phone calls, buying the hotel and firing the manager. I gather the writer is on the edges of the super rich society he describes, but Edith Wharton he is not. Fortunately it was a quick read, and I enjoyed the Hokkien slang it taught me. I will try to remember some of it to use in KL. Now, with relief, to turn to my own elevated but incomplete and certainly unpublished, writing.