Pulau Perhentian Kecil: Beach Party

Ever the Good Samaritan, I spent the evening helping Khalid, the hotel manager troubleshoot his pc. After determining the problem (fried video card), we sat around with a couple of his buddies from the nearby fishing village and had a couple of glasses of fine Cognac from his personal stash.

Already a little tipsy, we stumbled over to an impromptu beach party where we shared a few drunken musings over some beer Changs. The party really took off when one of the locals fired up his bongo drum and started serenading the tourist girls in the Kelantan dialect. Judging by the reactions of the other locals, he must have changed the words a little. I imagine he probably wouldn’t repeat some of these in front of his mother. Most of the other tourists were too loaded by this point to pick up on this.

Things wound down at about 5:30 in the morning, by which time we were all completely “trollied” (a word I picked up from one of the Brits there). Actually, I wasn’t trollied in the proper sense. I faked it to be polite. Khalid insisted on buying drinks all night and I didn’t want to abuse the privilege.