Here we are on the steps of Capt's Longhouse ready to make the boat-ride back to Marang.
There's our most gracious host out in-front with his lovable companion Jane wagging her tail expecting a walk on the beach. Sorry Jane, Capt's ours for the rest of the evening.
The morning had been an exhilirating one for us. After a breakfast of roti pratha (which Muni and I helped fix - again) and Captain's special prawn noodle soup, we took off with two of his young assistants to trek across to the other side of the island to the green lagoon.
The trail, well marked by orange paint smeared on the trees and with guide ropes in places, begins from just by the beach-kitchen uphill into jungle terrain.
After an hour, with a bit of play-absailing at the last part, we emerged here.
Negotiate the rocks further along (me being assisted)
and we arrive at the panaromic lagoon
where they had fun and I enjoyed forty-winks.
The trek back was much less tedious, the trail we used being on a much lower level following a dry stream bed and coming out behind KBC resort. One of the guides climbed a coconut tree and plucked young coconuts for us to quench our thirst on the water later at the Longhouse.
Back at the ranch, ooops longhouse, posing with our guides, trainee Jeremy Zaini, and whats-his-name who is a fan of Bob Marley and local rastafar.
Muni asked him, "Nama awak apa?"
"Panjang" he said
"Aaaa? Panjang? Panjang bin pendek? .....Nama elok-elok kenapa cakap Panjang pulak?" Muni grilled.
Sheepishly he told us "Badrul Shahmi Shamsul"
"Alhamdulillah.... kan nama bagus tu, ada bulan, ada berani, ada matahari..."
Nice kid, he had guided us well, doesn't smoke, loves to sketch - a regular beach bum hehe
And here are more bum wanna-be's
Oh... and the reason Badrul is known as Panjang:
See da hair maann, and the gleaming white teeth
Lunch was a snooze-inducing nasi lemak cooked with rich, island coconut milk with a hint of island lemon grass complemented with ayam briani Captain. He had whipped up these up while we were trekking.
It was time to prep for our journey home. There was plenty of time yet. So...
Siestas while waiting for the chief
Last shot on the beach
Skipper debriefing us for the boat-ride
And we headed back to the mainland to the strains of Bob Marley blasting from Captains beach-bar and Jane deprived of an evening walk.
We had a great time Captain, thanks for everything. Hope we come back again.