Thursday 1st May
When we were at
the Lake of the Pregnant Maiden there were hundreds of tourists. They arrived in motorboats, speedy and noisy,
and walked across to the lake in large chattering crowds.*
We spent a long
time on the pontoons, diving off into the lake, swimming around, getting in and
out of the water. Some of the local
women took a shine to the Wakefields.
They needed to be photographed with Hamish and Angus, who are very
polite, and who allowed this to happen before scampering off with much relief
to dive back into the safe warm water of the lake.
Nicky was even
more fascinating to them. They asked how
old she was – born the same year as they were, 1973. Ahhh! Why are you not fat like us?? They poked at their tummies, and at hers, and
sighed wistfully.** (There is a real
obesity crisis in Malaysia. Malaysian
people by birthright are small-boned dainty people, but many of them are
extremely fat. Much food deep-fried in
palm oil, the ubiquity of KFC and MacDonalds, their love of sweet and fatty
treats – all of this is taking its toll and there is an alarming rise in the
incidence of diabetes.)
Today is our last
full day with the Wakefields. (Trying
not to think about this…) It is hotter than
ever. All of the adults on 2XS woke at various
times during the night and trotted down, one by one, to the showers in the Hard
Dock pavilion for a cold shower. And most
of those on board slept in till 9.30, exhausted from battling the heat.
So today is total R
& R – pool, swimming, sitting on deck chairs in the shade.
As a total
contrast to the mood and climate of Langkawi…a photo*** taken on Flinders Island
by my very talented brother Pete Harmsen last week.
* We were also a
chattering crowd, but slightly smaller…
**They didn’t have
quite the same comments to make about me, strangely…but they did squeeze my
arms and admired my strength and healthiness and advanced age…
*** Nicked from Pete’s
facebook page
Haha Pete Harmsen :) They always wanted to know my age in Vietnam too. I decided that I would be 50 whilst there! In Sapa one of the Hmong women asked me how many children I had, and when I said 3, she said, "Your husband no good, I am same age as you and have 6!!!"
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