We were waiting for Chinese New Year because that's when it is normally expected that the Monsoon will end and after CNY is when the Kapas Island Resorts usually open. We phoned and found that some were still closed, but at least one was open already!
So we went to Qimi Resort - the most expensive on the island. They sent a boat for us - the usual boat services were running but on a fairly minimal schedule. The tide was exceptionally low, which made boarding the boat from the jetty on the mainland a little tricky ... but reaching the beach on the island was impossible. They had to tie the speed-boat to a buoy out past the reef in the deeper water, and we clambered across into a small dinghy, and then we scraped our way across the coral to the beach. (Later in the day, even that was impossible.)
At Qimi resort the huts are mostly built up in the trees. A couple of the huts built at ground level recently showed signs of white ant activity and had to be torn down - the workers were 'frantically' rebuilding them (take that word in a Malaysian island context ...!) because they had booked some people into them in a couple of days.
(Evidence of frantic activity ... chuckle!)
Anyway, we were up in the trees in a charming villa called "Orchid".
Our experience on the island previously has taught us that there is usually a brief period every evening and morning when the mosquitoes are merciless - but (whether because of the trees or just different this year) here the mozzies kept it up all night. Our villa was equipped with a mozzie-net - unusual around here, I've never seen them in the shops. It seemed like a nice idea, except once inside, even with the pedestal fan blowing full force, it was like being inside a plastic bag with no movement of air whatsoever.
Each of the villas in Qimi resort is different and full of quirky little artistic touches, all from the mind of Jackie.
Time for a Wedding
We had to get back to the mainland because we had a wedding to go to. Two boatloads of people had just arrived from the mainland and had to be ferried across the reef in the tiny dinghy, and then there were food supplies to be ferried, and then they ferried us out to the waiting speed-boat. The ocean was glassy-smooth and the trip across was sheer pleasure, but when we got back to the jetty we were so far below the bottom step I had to clamber up on my knees with helping hands all around. We dropped into the local public loo and slipped into some better clothes and headed off to the wedding of the only daughter of one of our friends at work.
Peter with Dzaki, our colleague whose daughter was getting married.
Excitement mounts as the groom arrives in traditional garb - including a kris (ceremonial sword).
The bride and her entourage come out to meet him.
The lovely couple - they match!
The procession up the red carpet to the dais where they will sit.
Bringing up the rear, our rhythm group from the IPG.
Yep, Malaysian style wedding - bit different from Australian!