Let me say at the beginning - it seems to me that our blog is experiencing now probably the most active period in its history! Every few days you have a full blown update, pictures, descriptions, oh, oh! : DD That can only mean one thing - school is over and finally we do not need 7 days a week to work in the sweat of his brow, and finally we returned to the library stacks of books from our apartment, which was enough to barely be able to get around, and finally we can breathe and devote themselves to what we love, and so what finally gave meaning to our lives - writing blog ;-))
In today's episode will tell you about one time, well, more expedition, which went back quite a few weeks ago, and of which totally forgot =). I know, I know what you're thinking, I also think it's awful, but I really went out of my head somehow and only a few days ago - BANG! - Has fallen back.
Well, from the beginning.
Immediately after departure to Asia and Bartek, literally the next day (that is, it mixes a little chronology of the blog, but I count on your patience), I learned that almost all eksczejndże going to Tioman, a small island in Malaysia. For the weekend. At first I did not want to go, because I solemnly promised myself that after the visit and B get down to a science, because I have an incredible backlog. But as I refused to participate in the event, it (pleased with himself) sat down and examined the situation and I concluded, in my opinion logical (although something tells me to suspect that in this situation, most would consider requests for me to justify the logic, no matter how illogical that they are) that, since we're all members of my group were going to Tioman and all the work we do together, it makes no sense to torment myself and prove it is not known what, when, and so in practice I'll spend the weekend doing nothing because there is nobody, and I can quietly go to Tioman.
this way on Saturday morning I found myself at the bus station. When I say morning, I do not have mean time at which normally get up, or 8, 9am, but the Polish time, I mean 6:15 AM local time! And it's 6.15 on Saturday, also by the lion's share of our group could be said that the most awaited part of the trip they are sitting on the bus. Given the fact that maybe 20% of people put to sleep if only for five minutes, you can imagine how tempting the prospect presented itself a few hours of sleep. The next thing I remember was a stop for breakfast, already in Malaysia, but it is only a small flashback, because I did not even have decided to raise the eyelid or the toe to move, because, in the wake of the vast majority of passengers of our bus, I slept like dead. Frankly it seems to me that it looked more like a transport killed in battle than any group of tourists who go to one of the most beautiful resorts in Malaysia. Well, but the human body is not, at least, built from integrated circuits powered by the sun and the needs of regeneration and that breakfast in a shabby, the Malaysian property (" my God, this bathroom is dirty!" "Of course it is dirty, we're in Malaysia" - heard a fragment of conversation between two exchange'ami) seemed to us to be the least interesting part of the day, we decided collectively that part of sleep. The next thing I saw was the ferry dock, where we had to sail on Tioman. Prom swam 2.5 h and this time well spent for a little nap. Well, the beach where we got out, was the last stop because I do not remember any of the four marinas, which allegedly we came in the meantime. In any event, in the end, we arrived at Salong Beach, which was to be a place for our weekend stay.
In this way we find ourselves in one of the most beautiful places I have been during his stay in Asia. It seems to me that the beach on one of the small islands, which sailed the next day .... but after the turn.
have installed in our charming bungalows, where we had to come to terms with the fact that the four of us will sleep in a 3-bed room. This time we have not been our constant composition, because Charles and Andrea were at that time with their families. Also occurred to me to sleep with Greg, Mika (a Frenchman) and Santi, which already have the right to associate with several previous escapades. At the beginning we wanted a random person who sleeps where, but then I found that and so the issue will be negotiable until the last but one of us will fall on her face at one of the beds and then the latter will have to decide who will spend the night:) In any If you have installed and went to explore the area. It turned out that the design of Nature Tioman clearly set on quality, not quantity, because the entire beach can be had to go in 10 minutes, from one rock to another. These beaches on the island were a few, but to get from one to the other could only water, because the land route zagradzały just rocks. The first day and the days we had on the island 3, Saturday from 14, all day Sunday and Monday to 13 - no, wait, not so we had between 13 and Friday, all Saturday and Sunday to 13, which wychodziłoby that we left on Friday morning . So wychodziłoby that Thursday night a whole przeimprezowaliśmy. Well, I agree:) In any event, all day Friday, as is now the correction came, we spent on games and beach games, or played football (I do not know who got the idea to play football on the beach at 14 at a temperature of about 40 C, but the effect was such that the 10 minutes each fell on the sand as it was). In my case it falls on the sand turned out to be quite fateful, because as it rose, side by side I heard a strange voice saying, "Oh, this type makes a move. That is not dead, just slept the whole afternoon." It turned out that time is 20, and around me there is no now my friends, the sky is no longer the sun, etc.. So the phrase "all day Friday we spent on the beach games and activities" is a bit of an overstatement: D. Undaunted by this fact, soon came to himself (including fast konktekście is absolutely relative term) and I started to analyze the situation. Where it could go a group of 40 people thirsting for entertainment? As you probably guessed, on the beach, where the transition takes 10 minutes, the choice of places where they could go, was quite limited. I had a choice of two directions - west (because there still some pieces of gray was evident, and therefore I know I did not check the moss on the trees or use any other tricks survivalowych, moreover, strongly doubt whether a lot of palm trees that I'd found a moss) and the south. Such a small geographical joke:), Tioman is a beautiful place and, for those accustomed to living in gray cities, could very well be on another planet, but such anomalies, such as twisting at right angles to the beach, there is, so the other direction , which remained at my disposal, was of course the east. I do not know what decided - whether the light for us charakterytyczna antipathy towards the East (I apologize in advance offended, maybe just me so I got that, somehow, well, that this, mhmm, not a fan) or internal support for opening up the world and march towards the West, and finally acquired the mother's milk, and sharpened to the limit while in Asia, party animal instinct, which, like a compass, unmistakably indicate the place where the consumption of alcohol just do not know. The fact remains, however, that something made me choose the West. And rightly so, it appeared that the rest of the group was playing at the bar at the end of the beach, which was absolutely fabulous not only because it was at the end of the beach, but it worked for sure in plus, since the end of the beach on Tioman is like the end of the world, sand, sand, sand, ocean (ocean, by its nature is continuous, and I will not write ocean, ocean, ocean: P), suddenly rocks and only a small arrow:
entering the stone steps, which may well be called steps, but if someone described it as the rocks, after which you can go, because the shape roughly resemble degrees, there would be certainly a reason to bring the affair. (OK, I'll try to limit these rozwlekłymi descriptions, because since the two sides can not get beyond a description of how I got up, stretched and went to the bar: DD). And as we are after these steps-not wdrapało degrees, then the eyes showed a beautiful view, a small, wooden boats, from all sides adorned with posters of Bob Marley, Che Guevara, etc., wooden tarasik, or even tarasiczek, with a few tables guitar hung on the wall, one piece, and smiling from ear to ear listening to the bartender the reggae and smoking his pipe itself a kind of mysterious, or a piece. Straight to the ocean view. You look at it all and comes to your mind one word to describe it all. Chillout. Relax. A place where time has stopped. I actually think there's time to stop, at least for the bartender, because, as we learned later from the person concerned has worked in this bar in the year 8 months, 5 days a week, for 10 years, and had a 28th year So since I officially osiąnął age (although I'm not sure if Malaysia is 18 years maturity), he spent 75% of his life, excluding sleep, including a bar, where there has not been absolutely nothing. We already after half an hour we came back in a more populated areas simply because we did not have there what to do, and he spent a bartender for 10 years! But it seemed perfectly happy about it and there were no indications that his job going to change in the future, too, and we're happy with that, and let it remain. Another approach simply.
In any event, we returned to our houses, which look only where they were:
far from the ocean, huh?
It's not ours, we were a little further:
It's not ours, we were a little further:
Oh, here. You see hammocks in the background?
relax by the ocean. So I spent my after-dinner nap. 
I am not one. Such clusters could meet our every few meters.
sun on Tioman seems to be higher than elsewhere. 
Here the sun going in your page :) 
And here it is gone. At least in the frame. 
I, Greg, Mike and Santi. 
With this device, which consists of a funnel and tube, using knowledge of the laws of physics, specifically the pressure difference, Alex (Ireland, right) and Ben (USA, kneeling) presented a delighted Chinese family wypijania art, and rather swallow of beer at the time of between 1.3 sec (Alex, a professional) and 1.9 sec (Ben, an amateur). Lord you see in the picture was so impressed that he bought our showmanom the whole pack of beer, 24 bottles, and each subsequent drink aroused in the Chinese audience invariably passionate admiration. I tried this device on another party, except that the drink, not beer. D ³ zia a. And now some photos of greens:
After hammocks went to dinner, where nothing has ever happened extraordinarily dealing ( hehe, I really only describe things uncommonly involved, it is the whole relationship would have never been, because the guiding objective of This trip was relaxing, and not anything much in charge, but CSSS), and let me skip it, then we went to one restaurant (appropriately would say only premises), with alcohol and darts ( course of our entire group, it was here is to play the darts and just because you find there, but I think after reading this blog you know us, so that you do not need to explain ), which we closed the bar at some outrageously early hour, 12? 1? something like that, is also deeply disgusted that we can no longer play, we went in the direction described earlier bar on the beach (on the rocks, for the sake of accuracy). It is true that we have not seen there before darts, but we all had high hopes that our friend guesses needed thirsty ( sport) customers. He guessed correctly. Darts were not, but we got into the hands of a guitar from the wall, and suddenly it turned out that among the 40 people they already know at any rate well over two months, more than half are "gifted" musically and everyone wants to play and sing. There desire to sing more than actual skill, but the fact is that it was not quiet. Indeed, it was loud! : DI so I sang the best, like one big Kelly Family, until, when Francisco, a native Mexican, excited by the fact that he plays, and people clap and sing to the last, the final chord had used such force that the left has decided to string permanently and decisively to break up your accounts (r) act of binding her with a guitar and a break (who watched Winnie the Pooh knows that it can burst the balloon, and I decided to break the string here.) It looked something like this - who knows the Oasis, "Do not Look Back In Anger"?:
soooo And Sally can wait she knows
it's too late as we're walking
he byyyyy
it's too late as we're walking
he byyyyy
Her sooouuuul sliiides awayyy
but do not look back in anger I heard you
twang!
but do not look back in anger I heard you
twang!
Exactly at this point, our show was over and the surrounding birds can finally sleep the sleep of the. By the way of justice, you need to give Francisco and mentioned that the end was trying to convince us that, put your hand in Mexico and the wounded can muster the perfect guitar melody. His theory has not found many supporters, and everyone went home.
So ended the first day on Tioman.
And that day was three, and probably guessed that this is not the end:)
second day we got up - a moment! Probably dying of curiosity, who slept with whom? : D Well, the bar on the beach we took the three of us, me, Santi, and Mika, a few minutes before Greg, who was ensnared by Anja, a German exchange. I do not like it there, so I have a nasty habit of saying that is the exchange, because someone mentioned it on the broken bike, but never mind - at any rate, all three unanimously found that it was a gift from fate, and podreptaliśmy the house, satisfied that each of us will have a separate bed. Each of us fell asleep immediately. So who woke up in the morning with Greg? I am, man. When asked why, given a choice of high współplemieńca Spaniard and a Frenchman, chose me, he answered that he came in, turned on the light, grab the focus (this last step, contrary to appearances, I do not have to be a while) and moved analysis of the situation. Santi lay sprawled across the bed, Mike was asleep, even extending beyond the bed, and I do not protrude anywhere, politely you slept on your side, curled up, and Greg, as he said, he saw the best chance of my bed, where he slept.
In this way we arrived at dawn on the second day, when I found in her bed, a Frenchman. Woke me something else, namely, breakfast brought to all our top four by one of my colleagues, in love with Gregu. Hastily woke up, ate and we left, I just set off the whole trip for diving, which was the highlight of the day główym!
Now in a nutshell, the relationship has been accelerating. Diving look like this: Starting at 10, the end of the 16th One stop for diving, white beach on the island near the second stop on the dive, the third stop for diving, back.
That in a nutshell.
Diving - Snorkelling such, not diving - they were beautiful. I've seen lots of fish of all shapes and colors, and in some moments I was surrounded by shoals consisting of thousands of fish that were just around the corner next to me, but I never managed to touch them, an amazing experience. What's even happier saw turtles! In any case, most point of the trip was the White Beach. Our driver left us there and sailed the blue distance, promised to pick us up for half an hour.
White Beach is officially the most beautiful place in which I was in Asia. More beautiful than the Phi Phi Island, Bintan, Bali, Sentosa (p), and even Boracay. I have never seen such a beautiful beach, just white sand (shirts with advertising Vizir looked at him like the participants stop at Woodstock dancing in the mud), and above all this water . The water was the color of this world. You'll see in the pictures, because I can not describe it. You know what we were doing on this beach? Simply lay, looking very carefully around you and chłonęliśmy moment. When I looked up and flew me exactly beautiful toucan with a giant bow, exactly as one sees in pictures, then went into the shade (the shade?), And there met a giant a monitor, I thought, what he thought then everyone: We have a beautiful life ...
See:
How would you describe the color of the water?
live, not die.
(unless of dehydration on the island, there was nothing to drink)
(but to die of dehydration in a place that's just ironic, huh?
why this place is called White Beach.
Life is good.
And let no one says otherwise.
I said: Life is good!)
they also think so!
Santi, Mike, me and Greg.
So ended the first day on Tioman.
And that day was three, and probably guessed that this is not the end:)
second day we got up - a moment! Probably dying of curiosity, who slept with whom? : D Well, the bar on the beach we took the three of us, me, Santi, and Mika, a few minutes before Greg, who was ensnared by Anja, a German exchange. I do not like it there, so I have a nasty habit of saying that is the exchange, because someone mentioned it on the broken bike, but never mind - at any rate, all three unanimously found that it was a gift from fate, and podreptaliśmy the house, satisfied that each of us will have a separate bed. Each of us fell asleep immediately. So who woke up in the morning with Greg? I am, man. When asked why, given a choice of high współplemieńca Spaniard and a Frenchman, chose me, he answered that he came in, turned on the light, grab the focus (this last step, contrary to appearances, I do not have to be a while) and moved analysis of the situation. Santi lay sprawled across the bed, Mike was asleep, even extending beyond the bed, and I do not protrude anywhere, politely you slept on your side, curled up, and Greg, as he said, he saw the best chance of my bed, where he slept.
In this way we arrived at dawn on the second day, when I found in her bed, a Frenchman. Woke me something else, namely, breakfast brought to all our top four by one of my colleagues, in love with Gregu. Hastily woke up, ate and we left, I just set off the whole trip for diving, which was the highlight of the day główym!
Now in a nutshell, the relationship has been accelerating. Diving look like this: Starting at 10, the end of the 16th One stop for diving, white beach on the island near the second stop on the dive, the third stop for diving, back.
That in a nutshell.
Diving - Snorkelling such, not diving - they were beautiful. I've seen lots of fish of all shapes and colors, and in some moments I was surrounded by shoals consisting of thousands of fish that were just around the corner next to me, but I never managed to touch them, an amazing experience. What's even happier saw turtles! In any case, most point of the trip was the White Beach. Our driver left us there and sailed the blue distance, promised to pick us up for half an hour.
White Beach is officially the most beautiful place in which I was in Asia. More beautiful than the Phi Phi Island, Bintan, Bali, Sentosa (p), and even Boracay. I have never seen such a beautiful beach, just white sand (shirts with advertising Vizir looked at him like the participants stop at Woodstock dancing in the mud), and above all this water . The water was the color of this world. You'll see in the pictures, because I can not describe it. You know what we were doing on this beach? Simply lay, looking very carefully around you and chłonęliśmy moment. When I looked up and flew me exactly beautiful toucan with a giant bow, exactly as one sees in pictures, then went into the shade (the shade?), And there met a giant a monitor, I thought, what he thought then everyone: We have a beautiful life ...
See:
How would you describe the color of the water? 
live, not die. (unless of dehydration on the island, there was nothing to drink)
(but to die of dehydration in a place that's just ironic, huh?
why this place is called White Beach. 
Life is good. And let no one says otherwise.
I said: Life is good!) 
they also think so! 
Santi, Mike, me and Greg. After the expedition returned to the island and as well there until the end of the stay is not made anything worthy of attention. It was definitely the best moment of the whole trip. And that's all it was a weekend getaway, I wanted to remember. Departure on Friday, returning on Sunday. No big deal, as the locals would say:)
A, and one more thing. If you think you can get through anywhere from Tioman:
think again: D
papa:)
A, and one more thing. If you think you can get through anywhere from Tioman:
think again: D papa:)
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