When faced with long holidays, it is imperative that you get out of the house when you have a 2-year old toddler. Otherwise, chaos will run in your home as your sweet little one turns into a monster. We were fortunate this time around. Some friends suddenly had an idea for a trip to the beach on the 3rd day of Gawai & remembered to include us.
When Kay saw Nee packing her brand spanking new swimwear the night before, she wanted to go right away on that night. We had to restrain her & explain the concept of tomorrow to her: something about then being night & the need to sleep, and the sun needs to come up then the beach trip is on. When the next morning came at 7am, & the sun came up as promised, her eyelids flew open at the mention of the word beach.
Here she was in heavenly bliss. Nobody was going to take the beach away from her now, for she would take it back.
Here she was doing something irrelevant like pouring seawater into the sand. I'm glad she wasn't hooked on this or else I'd be worried about her IQ level.
There were small fishes in the shallow waters but I couldn't catch them. Otherwise they'd be some BBQ going on.
By this time, it was all about the sand & her pail & shovel set. She hadn't really entered the water yet.
Pit stop: She gulped down one whole burger. Ah yes, you can see her girly painted nails here. They glow in the dark.
Part Two: It's water time again. See, it's just like the F1; refuel & run again.
I think hanging out with older kids helps to give her the confidence to get into the water. It's good to let her get a bit of salt water into her system & overcome that fear. Sometimes when the wave gets too strong, she'd wrap herself around my legs, 'Scared scared.'
By now, she's thinking that she's really swimming. I got her to place her hands onto the sand and let her legs float up, and I think she caught the feel. Pandalela baby!
One of those rare occasions that we'd get
We managed to drag Kay out of the water & left for lunch when the crowd started setting in at about 11-ish. I promised her ice-cream cos food always does the trick. Learnt that from the circus shows.
Lunch was at this little known place called Ah Soh Buntal Seafood. The owner of this place was an old man who would snap at you if you didn't behave. Steven called him a gangster, potential cabinet minister & political analyst. He'd sit down & rant his politics if you'd let him. We made sure he didn't get his chance.
And he made us get up to get our own drinks, and ice, and cups, and chopsticks. We almost wanted to ask him if we'd have to cook our own meals, but I think we didn't want to push it, less we'd also have to wash the plates.
The place is surrounded by a decent view of kampung houses, fishing sampans & the water. But it really doesn't look as good as the photos below cos I filtered them.
In the commercial world, you'd call this false advertising. But it's not relevant here cos I wasn't paid for posting this.
Ok. I'd shut up for a while now & let you take the feel in.
This place was supposed to have good food at reasonable prices comparative to the other restaurants at Buntal. You'd just have to know how to take the old man's abuse.
This was Kay's favourite.
Steamed prawns, as fresh as they can get, literally from the sea in front of you.
This was kailan vege with beef I think.
Pretty good Oyster Omelletes; different from the ones I've eaten before in a good way.
This could be the specialty of this place: roasted free range chicken. We both agreed that the herbs could have been stronger, and the salt, less. It was good but it didn't hit Nee's spectacular meter.
Kay had a whole drumstick.
See, did you realise that I was not in any one of the photos here?
I think I seriously have to start camwhoring.
This is the gang that we hang out with; loving & supporting friends who keep each others' feet on the ground. Food & Laughter is our motto.