A Short Getaway - Part 1

We had planned for this short getaway for sometime now. It's always either hubby being too busy or Joel falling sick.

So finally, on Friday afternoon we arrived. At a beach resort. This is the one that we came to, a few months back. 

The haze was quite terrible back home. Thus, we prayed so very hard for strong winds to blow the haze away from the beach resort. It would have been a futile trip if we came all the way here to be confined in the chalet while only being able to GAZE at the sea! Today, the skies were clear. A beautiful day indeed!

Unfortunately, last night wasn't a beautiful night. Not the least. I had only 3 hours of sleep. 

We had neighbours who thought that they were the only ones in the resort.

I get it, it's Merdeka day today, which makes yesterday the eve. And you're here to 'par-tay' all night long, but seriously, 3.30am???!!! 

It all started at 8pm. I know that it's early so it's understandable that the girls were cackling outside at 1000dB. The night is young. 

8.30pm: More cackling and giant-sized-sounding flip-flops ascending and descending the stairs leading to their room. (It's still early and everyone is in very light spirits.) And they enjoy closing the room door in a slam. They enter, SLAM! They exit, SLAM! They enter six times, SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM!!!!!! They exit six times, SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM!!!

9pm: Sudden mega shakes coming from next door as if the Giant from Jack and the Beanstalk had crashed next door! (But hey, it is still damn early!) SLAM SLAM!

9.30 - 12.30am: I knocked out from tiredness and managed to sleep in a very deep sleep as Little Misses and Misters Cackling must have gone to the beach party.

12.30am : I jumped out of my sleep as I thought I was in the midst of the Savannah. They were laughing like hyenas. (I forgot to tell you that there were 3 males and 3 females). SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM! CRASH! More 'Savannah-hyenas-like-laughter'...

1am: Boy No. 1 is calling out to Girl by the name of Val. Oh no, wait, it's Bell. OH, it's BELLA. No wonder they were so uncivilised, they are from Twilight. And then I finally knew her name, it's Isabella.  (Suddenly, I hear strains of Isabella by Search in my mind!) And I heard all of these THROUGH the walls!!!!!

1.30am: I think that they are having a bong party next door. More crashes, squealing and SLAM SLAM SLAM! And more laughing like barking-dogs being heard through the walls...

2am: Out they go again, STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP SLAM!!!!!!!!!!!

2.30am: Here they come again, STOMP STOMP STOMP SLAM CRASH CRASH! (Followed by a series of helium-induced laughter)

3am: They've decided to shower now. How do I know? The water pipes sounded like Steve Tyler attempting to sing opera like Pavarotti! You can't screech opera. But the water pipes managed to do it. Joel jumped out of his sleep in panic, asking us what was that horrible sounding sound! He thought the place was going to crash down!

3.30am: They finally decided to sleep. But I was wide awake, pissed and had a dull-migraine at the back of the head... 

7am: Joel woke up and I decided to join the Twilight gang next door.. STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM!!!!! 

Miss BELLA appeared at 8am whining that she was feeling 'tired'... Obviously she had not had her neck bitten by Edward. Otherwise she would be not be feeling 'tired'....

When I went out of the room at 9am to look for the guys who were building sand castles at the beach, one of the boys was standing outside. I glared at him with daggers in my eyes. He quickly left. I think they knew that they were so damn bloody noisy but they just couldn't give a damn. Like a friend of mine said, 'kids'. If they were mine, I would have slapped them left and right!

We've shifted to another room, and this one is so quiet and peaceful and all we hear are the waves! But there are so many mosquitoes!!!!

...to be continued