Friday, September 14, 2018

A Visit To Bintan Where Time Drags

Last weekend, hubs and I went to Bintan. We've lived in Singapore for over 50 years and neither of us has been to Bintan. Bintan is part of Indonesia and it's only an hour's ferry ride away. My son went to Bintan when he was in Secondary School as part of a school trip his school forced on you so the school can claim to provide overseas experience. I remembered my son complaining how boring the trip was. But then again, my son doesn't enjoy travelling. Anyway, when hubs said he wanted to take part in the International Bintan Marathon, I surprised myself when I said, yes, do it. I surprised myself even more when I volunteered to tag along but as a tourist, not a runner.

Once I had said yes, hubs booked everything very quickly and before we knew it, the day had arrived. I had done some googling before we left and it seems there's nothing that appeals to me in Bintan. I don't like water sports, I don't golf and I hide from the sun. So what was I going to do in Bintan, I wondered.

We packed very lightly because we were only sleeping in Bintan for 2 nights. I decided to dress in every shade of green I own. Notice my bulging tummy? Don't worry. When we came back, it had gone down considerably.

On Saturday, we took a train to Tanah Merah MRT, exit B and took bus No. 35 to Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal. This is my first time at the ferry terminal. I didn't even know it existed.

At the immigration counter, my thumbprint was rejected and I had to suffer the humiliation of going to the Duty officer and have both my thumbprints and my face scanned. Luckily the computer accepted me so I didn't have to go home.

This was our ferry. I was surprised it was air conditioned.

I survived the one hour bobbing on the sea by staring at the horizon and one tablet of Novomin. There was a kid behind our seats. He was very annoying. I wanted to strangle him. I think it's a side effect from Novomin.

When we arrived at Bintan, I was pleasantly surprised to see a few dancers welcoming us with some niffy moves. Bintan might be promising after all. We found our shuttle bus to Grand Lagoi Hotel and went for the bumpiest ride of our life. I think my organs rearranged themselves several times throughout the journey.

After we checked in, we went to the Plaza next to our hotel to collect hubs' race pack. Hubs chose our hotel because the Starting point of the marathon was next to it. So convenient. The Plaza was very disappointing. Most of the units were empty and the ones that were open were very unappealing. So ridiculous. It looked like a ghost plaza.

While we were at the Plaza, I made the mistake of mentioning I wanted to eat. There was one restaurant, Cafe Helo or something and hubs said he'd read somewhere the food was good. Based on that, we entered the restaurant and ordered mee goreng (stir fried noodles) and chicken chop. Menus in Bintan have English translation and nearly everyone we encountered spoke some English. But when the waitress came back to ask me how I wanted my chicken chop done, I became very afraid. I asked for well done of course. Do people eat medium cooked chicken? When my chicken chop finally came after a very long time, I was almost afraid to eat it. It is cooked but very bland. I do believe it's the worst chicken chop I've ever tasted. The mee goreng was okay. I ate half of it.

After our meal, hubs said we had to go to town. Hubs who's in charge of our charger decided not to bring it because he explained that in Hong Kong and Taiwan, the hotels we stayed at provided phone chargers. Based on that, the Bintan hotel should also provide chargers. Except the Bintan hotel providers weren't aware of this arrangement. So we were screwed without our phone charger and it was critical we make a trip to Tanjung Pinang. We were at the resort part of Bintan and as previously mentioned, the Plaza was a ghost town with zero chance of finding a shop selling phone chargers. To get to Tanjung Pinang, we hired a taxi driver for 4 hours and it cost us SGD60!

Our driver, Arul drove us to a shop to buy a charger and sim card for hubs. Except the shop was very far away from our hotel. The roads were bumpy and before we reached the town, the roads had no lighting. In Bintan, the sun sets at 6pm and we started on our journey after 5pm. Arul translated between hubs and the shop assistants. It was very annoying that the items have no price tags so hubs had to bargain. I was pretty sure the sales staff could speak English but they refused to do so. After much talking hubs managed to get what he needed and Arul drove us to a shopping mall.

The mall was decent but we didn't buy anything. The frying pans were very cheap and I almost wanted to buy a bunch home. The return trip to the hotel was just as long and bumpy. I got a bit sick bouncing up and down in the taxi.

In Bintan, time travels very slowly. Plus we gained an hour when we crossed over. When we reached the hotel, the night was still young so hubs said he wanted to check out a Lantern Park.

It is literally a lantern park full of lanterns made in shapes of random animals. We had to pay to enter. It is a very lame attempt to entertain and as previously mentioned, there is seriously nothing to do around our hotel so we spent a few minutes looking at the lanterns. Next to the lantern park was a restaurant. After looking at the name of the restaurant, Warung Yeah, hubs said this might be the restaurant that had good reviews and not Cafe Helo. It seems Helo and Yeah sound the same to hubs. We decided we will eat there on Sunday.

Hubs' half marathon was at 5:30am on Sunday so we decided to call it a night. Although our hotel is a resort, it isn't in any way rustic. Very modern and it doesn't face the beach.

We have a balcony and the room is quite nice. Not cramped like in Taiwan. But the bed and pillows weren't comfortable. I went to sleep and after sleeping for what felt like a whole day I woke up and hubs was still lying in bed in his running outfit. I asked him why he hadn't gone for his run and it turned out I had only slept a couple of hours. In Bintan, time really crawls. I drifted in and out of sleep and finally when hubs was ready to leave at 5am, I was super sleepy and did not follow him down.

Around 6:30am, I woke up again so I went to the cafe to get my breakfast. The food was decent. I sat at the cafe for hours until hubs finished his run. Luckily I had a good run on my Candy Crush.

Some runners left for Singapore after the run but hubs had booked our ferry ride for Monday morning so we had a lot of time to kill.

We attempted another look around the ghost plaza and this time we saw Singapore runners also killing time. At a food court, we ordered murtabak. We have this food in Singapore and there are a couple of variations. This Bintan version is rather small but decent. Originally we had gone to another stall to order satay. The staff took a look at the fridge and after a long pause informed us that he was out of chicken satay. Hubs and I didn't believe the guy at all. We thought he couldn't be bothered to cook for us. He wasn't a very good liar.

I think hubs was a little sour I had stayed in bed instead of taking photos of him at the run. So I took a few pics of him at the stations to keep him happy.

Then I got trapped into taking pics for total strangers as well...

We finally checked out the infinity pool at our hotel. It's a very tiny pool. The water was cold.

After our frolic in the pool, hubs said we should take a hotel shuttle to Nirwana Gardens, another resort hotel to kill more time. Except we missed the bus by a minute. Did I mention the buses in Bintan are very punctual?

We managed to catch the next shuttle bus and Nirwana Gardens is just as boring as our hotel. Oh, while getting off the bus, hubs dropped his wallet. Remember he lost his wallet in Hong Kong? Since then, I've become the guardian of his wallet. It is exhausting let me tell you. Luckily I was on the ball and saw the wallet dropping to the floor.

Nirwana Gardens did have some handmade crafts which were priced ridiculously high. The dolls were SGD80 each.

Nirwana Gardens is very rustic. All the rooms in little houses were scattered in front of the beach.

The pools were nice. There were several. We had a lot of time to kill while waiting for our shuttle bus back to our hotel. I can't emphasize enough how slowly time moves in Bintan.

Gila Mee Goreng
satay
egg noodles pizza
We finally got to eat at Warung Yeah restaurant.


We tried Gila Mee Goreng (crazy stir fried noodles) and no, we didn't go gila. It was pretty good. The satay was also nice. The egg and noodles pizza was a bit nothing. Although we have mee goreng and satay in Singapore, there are some differences. I do like Warung Yeah's version.

Monday morning, we had our last meal in Bintan - buffet breakfast at the hotel. We had to check out early to catch our ferry back to civilization. Then something happened. Hubs went to poop and unfortunately after he was in the toilet for 10 minutes, I needed to go badly. I asked him to come out and thankfully he did. Apparently in Bintan, not only does time pass slowly, our poop schedule got sync up. After I had done my business, hubs SCREAMED at me. He was so angry I had to poop when he was pooping. Or something. Anyway, it doesn't matter why he screamed at me. I was pissed he screamed at me. Seriously what's with people screaming at me? So I decided I have to colour my hair again. I think that will stop the screaming.

Our journey back was quiet and uneventful. A bit gloomy even because it was raining. Happily when we reached the north western part of Singapore, there was no rain. I was exhausted and slept for 4 hours once we reached home. We lost one hour when we crossed back to Singapore so technically I slept for 5 hours. Let me just say this, I freaking love Singapore. Everything is so convenient. I don't understand why some locals hate Singapore. Anyway, if you must know, I'm never going back to Bintan. Once is enough. Also, the next time I travel with hubs, I'm demanding a 2-bathroom suite.

Monday, September 3, 2018

What August Made

Dear friends,

August was long, wasn't it? It was hot. I was lazy. Apart from slogging away at my patterns, I barely did anything.





Total makes: One panties, one crochet rope bracelet, one miniature rope basket and one friendship bracelet.

I lost my motivation to exercise. The heat drained me. It was my excuse not to exercise. I did try for a while. I even joined a group where I live. It's free and there's an instructor. Then I hurt my arm and it gave me an excuse to stop going. But I did keep up with my swimming. I probably gained weight. I shan't weigh myself until I get back in shape. I'm so good at delaying disappointment.

September is getting cooler so I'm going to force myself to at least go for walks and work on my upper body at home. I've discovered I enjoy wearing sleeveless clothes after avoiding them for decades so I need to get my arms toned. That's my motivation. Er, is it necessary to shave the armpits to wear sleeveless clothes?

Food wise I've managed to continue with my rice-less diet. I'm sick of noodles though. I'm not managing well to be honest. Some days I eat poorly - just an egg sandwich for dinner. Of course I get hungry and I end up snacking. And I'm drinking way too much tea.

Oh remember I decided not to cover my grey hair anymore since May? I've been going strong for 4 months and managed to suppress the desire to run to my hair stylist to darken my roots. This month though I really really wanted to surrender. I don't know if it's my imagination or what but lately I've noticed I'm being treated poorly. Not by people I know but total strangers. For instance, I get shoved more. Not the accidental kind but get pushed out of the way kind. This has happened a few times, in the train and on sidewalks. Then last week, I was at the money changer and the lady at the counter shouted at me. She was unhappy with me for not informing her in advance that I had more than one currency to change. I don't think any stranger has shouted at me before and remember that I am a customer. I was horribly embarrassed and ordinarily I would take my business elsewhere but I was too flustered and the cashier was already processing the payment so I kept quiet. The experience left me very angry.

Anyway, I've been thinking about it and I could be wrong but I think it's my grey hair. Having grey hair makes me an easy target. I've been noticing that most women cover their grey hair. I've only managed to see natural grey hair in very old people. Perhaps there's a good reason why. If any more strangers shout at me I'm getting my hair darkened again.

I have a few projects lined up in September. Firstly publish 2 new bag patterns. I've spent soulless days and nights working on them and I'm so over them already. Next, I'm going to finish my lace scarf or I swear I'll throw it into the Singapore river. I have a bead pendant which I started a few years ago and I feel it's time I finish it. I have a dress pattern I really want to try out. It's a tissue pattern so it's horribly wrinkled... There's also another crochet rope bracelet in the works. I've already drawn up the charts. All I need is a nice cold day and I'll start stringing the beads. I found a piece of unfinished patchwork from the good old days and I want to make it into something for my daughter. She did ask for a pouch large enough for her mid size tissue packets. These should be enough to keep me busy. See you around.

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Bling Bling Beaded Crochet Rope Bracelet

When I'm not lazing around, most of my time is spent on my bag patterns. It can get very tedious and boring so to keep myself from rotting, whenever I take a break, I work on a non-sewing craft. Recently I went through my beads collection and found 3 tubes of beads which I thought went together really well. So I made a beaded crochet rope bracelet.

This is the most tedious part of bead crochet. You have to string the beads in the order you want to use them. Mine is a colour 1, colour2, colour 3 repeat. It's a simple spiral requiring no thinking. The beads are Toho size 6 (the smaller the number, the bigger the beads) so they're pretty big in beads world. I bought these beads years ago when I thought I couldn't go without bead weaving a single day but aging (bad eyes) put a halt to my grand plans.

The first half inch of a beaded crochet rope is the hardest. I use a knitting needle as a support. Once you get at least an inch worth, you can work without the knitting needle. If you're wondering what happens if you had strung the beads in the wrong order? Well, that's when you take out your pliers and you crack the rogue bead apart.

If you're interested in beaded crochet rope, you can check out this or this video. Or not. There are tons of videos on youtube on this subject.


The last photo is the truest representation of my skin colour now. Thanks to the blazing hot sun and swimming in the blazing hot sun, I've become quite tanned. (the wrinkles have always been there)

What do you think of the bracelet? Shall I wear it to the Oscars?
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