The husband did what he promised. We got up, showered & dressed in beach wear, rubbed in sunscreen, found my straw hat, made sandwiches and drove off to the beach. We had to walk our way through some undergrowth on an overgrown path. I switched on my Halle-Berry-In-A-White-Bikini-Bond-Chick mode and tried not to panic at the thought of snakes or monitor lizards near my ankles.
About 10 minutes of feeling like bushmen, we get to the beach and what a lovely beach it was. And blessedly, there was nobody on our beach. On the way to a nicer spot, we stumbled upon quicksand (I don't know how else to describe it, for my ankles were sinking in the sand. Quick.) which made me a bit petulant. We found a shaded spot just beyond a cave and I settled in, feeling quite cheerful that we have found us a spot to have sunday picnics. The sun peeked in and out because rain was coming, and before the sandflies come, the husband build us a fire(!). Its nice that there are still things about him that surprise me. We read a bit and ate our sandwiches and took some pictures.
The rain clouds coming in.
The husband and the sea.
Fire!
Thankfully not on quicksand.
To the left to Tungku.
To the right to Muara.
Hehe.
And then the rain came and we trotted back out into the urban world. Enroute to the car we met a dog we called Roger who looked liked he wanted us to bring him home. But we couldn't and we didn't and we got home a bit wet and sandy, to our lil' monsters Rinka, Komo and Flora (from left to right).
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