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The Ang Mo’s Back – Again!

Our best bud and family friend was going to be in the region for a tech event, so took the opportunity to visit and stay with us. This is his fifth visit to Singapore (2006, 2008, 2010, 2012, 2015) after his promise the last time round that he’d be in Singapore for SG50, and his first stay at Minton too. The period of travel while about the same as it would had been for most times of the year, would had been even better if it’d coincided with the children’s/Ling’s March school break, but oh well.

The stay at Minton this time round required a bit more logistics and planning, on account that despite the floor area of our Minton unit being significantly more than Rivervale’s, the bedrooms aren’t bigger. The +1 (study) room that is currently Peter’s room wouldn’t fit the mattress, and even if we could find a thin enough one, the door wouldn’t close. So, Peter retained his room, and we asked Hannah if she could relinquish her room for “Uncle Matt” – to which she happily consented. Not that it mattered very much, since she still waltzes into the room like it’s still her own!.

The arrival at Changi Airport was also smooth (though Matt will relate the story of pandemonium at the neighbouring gate at Houston International which he jokingly quipped that the pilot had called in sick), and touched down in Singapore from Moscow early even, and he settled in easily on early Saturday morning in time for us to bring Hannah for her weekend ballet classes, and Matt’s first roti-pratas for his stay. Hannah was like BFFs with Matt from the get-go, which is probably testament to our girl’s easily all-round affable nature.

Selected pictures from the first four days!

Settling into his room, with his two self-invited roommates!

Settling into his room, with his two self-invited roommates!

Pratas at Prata Raya @ Ang Mo Kio. Curry's pretty good but pratas-wise, we prefer the fare at Prata Wala.

Pratas at Prata Raya @ Ang Mo Kio. Curry’s pretty good but pratas-wise, we prefer the fare at Prata Wala.

Noon-time swim in the Minton pool. Weather was scorching hot - but nothing that a cool swim can't help.

Noon-time swim in the Minton pool. Weather was scorching hot – but perfect for a cooling swim.

Debating over the finer points of cuisine (maybe?) at Dian Xiao Er @ Nex.

Debating over the finer points of cuisine (maybe?) at Dian Xiao Er @ Nex.

Too much food - again - at Ichiban Sushi @ Hougang Mall.

Too much food – again – at Ichiban Sushi @ Hougang Mall.

Cosy fit in our Nissan Latio for our three rear-seat passengers.

Cosy fit in our Nissan Latio for our three rear-seat passengers.

Checking the city views at the top of The Pinnacle @ Duxton yesterday morning.

Checking the city views at the top of The Pinnacle @ Duxton yesterday morning.

And oh yeah. We’re putting together broad plans to reciprocate with a visit to the midwest, maybe around 2016-2017 when Peter’s a little older. And our Ang Mo friend’s first reaction was: “Why…? There’s nothing in St. Louis worth seeing!” LOL.

A 16-month long birthday project

It all started with my mother in-law’s 70th birthday last year. I wanted to give her something meaningful. I find gifting older folks rather challenging as they usually desire very little from the material world. So after scratching my head for ideas, I settled on stitching up a photograph after chancing upon an online cross-stitch company that can convert photographs into cross-stitch artwork.

We didn’t take many photographs with our MIL as a family and so I tried to search for photographs of Hannah with her ‘nai nai’ instead. One photograph stood out from the rest where my MIL was helping Hannah in a colouring activity. However, the background was too complicated (that means the stitching would kill me). Eventually, I decided that I needed to take a photograph with a plain background. As our ang mo friend Matt was staying with us at that time, I asked for his help to take some orchestrated poses of Hannah holding a card that read a birthday greeting in Chinese. I couldn’t wait for Yang to return home from work to get the job done then. Matt did great. Thanks, Matt! :)

The photo selected for stitching.

The photo selected for stitching.

The contact person from the cross-stitch company was very prompt in communication and my cross-stitch kit arrived in a matter of days. And so the stitching begins. But soon a huge realisation dawned upon me…

The rendered version of the photo for cross-stitching.

The rendered version of the photo for cross-stitching, 80 different colours in total.

…that I couldn’t finish the cross-stitch in a month’s time for my MIL’s birthday. I made do with giving her a photo frame with 3 photos of Hannah holding the card but with slightly different expressions. Oh well.

The long journey of trying to finish the cross-stitch began, with no end in sight. Let me put it this way, even with a plain background, the stitching was very tedious. Because it was a photo, a tiny mistake can be conspicuous and ruin the whole artwork. The counting of squares, the colour of threads, the pressure applied in stitching, etc, must be perfect.

The finished work - all ready for framing.

The finished work – all ready for framing.

It took me 16 months from start to finish. The project was interrupted by work (as usual), tiredness from pregnancy, time spent with Hannah, and then birth of Peter. We just presented the actual gift to my MIL last week. Finally! :D And Yang was suggesting that perhaps I could start another cross-stitch project. No, thanks! I need a break. Besides, I want to make quilts and dresses for Hannah with my new sewing machine. I’m also looking forward to cooking and baking regularly again. On top of it all, I also need to look into renovating and moving into our new house.

Close-up of the stitches. I love the look of the toes the most. :)

Close-up view of the stitches. I love the look of the toes the most. :)

Was it a waste of precious time making this gift which would just sit on a piano, a chest of drawers or hang on a wall? Well, part of me knows that I could have spent the time with my family. But I did have an epiphany one night when I was stitching alone while the kids and hubby were all asleep…like certain odd coloured threads that didn’t seemed to go into the correct squares initially, there are times in my life that didn’t make sense at all. Till I see the whole picture, I just have to trust and follow the instructions – just like God who has a grand design for my life and sometimes things seem to go wrong. Let me learn to simply trust Him and move on. (I know, so cliché right?)

Materials for this project.

Work in progress.

The girl is already a year older by the time this project was completed.

The girl is already a year older by the time this project was completed.

Re-entering the Kitchen: Teh Halia

Home-made teh halia :)

This recipe is for our ang mo friend, Matt :) He’s a big fan of our local version of ginger milk tea aka teh halia. And he only gets to enjoy the beverage every two years he visits us.

Actually, I love this spicy hot tea too. I almost always order teh halia to go with my prata whenever we patronise an Indian stall.

Matt, I tried a recipe which was found through an Internet search and below is my amateurish recipe which I hope could satisfy your craving until 2 years later. :D

Ingredients (for 1 serving)

  • ginger – about 3 cm of bulb lengthwise, peeled and grated (mine was old ginger, young ginger will work as well)
  • tea bag – 1 bag, I used Lipton’s
  • water – 300 ml
  • condensed (sweet) milk – 3 tsp (heapfuls)
  • evaporated milk – 3 tsp


1. Grate ginger into a saucepan / pot.

2. Add 300 ml water and bring to boil.

3. Once the water is boiling, lower the heat to simmer, and add tea bag to infuse for 3 – 5 mins.

4. Turn off the flame.
5. Filter the hot tea-ginger mixture using a sieve or cheese cloth into a big mug.
6. Add condensed milk and evaporated milk to the mug and stir to dissolve.
7. Tarik (i.e. pull) the tea by pouring it into another mug. Do this back and forth a few times to achieve that foamy layer.

My verdict: definitely do-able and drink-able :P

Telunas Beach Resort – Part 10: Ang Mo Perspectives

My first trip to Indonesia turned out to be a pleasant experience, and one with few complications. Indeed, everything was so uncomplicated that I was beginning to miss Singapore right from the beginning. The Telunas Beach Resort employs an excellent staff. If they dislike their jobs, they do a fair show of faking it. From the boat navigators all the way to the group hosts, everyone seems to relish their duties, performing them well and with a smile. Smiles where I come from are strictly optional and usually cost extra. I’ve been told that’s because the coat hangers they’ve stuffed in their mouths are rented.

I felt right at home in my chalet. It made for a comfortable lounge if I felt like an afternoon nap (and frequently I did), and the bathroom, far less rustic than the rest of the accommodations, proved up to the task of cleansing me of sweat and any refuse that might have clung to me during my occasional swims. Except, that is, of a determined tick that had dug itself into my back. I only discovered it upon arriving back in Singapore. I truly hope I won’t have a reason to blog about this experience again in the future.


And yes, my room apparently channeled the breeze more efficiently than Yang’s. What Yang didn’t mention is that I needed not an additional oscillating fan but a goshdamned shovel each time that bountiful breeze deposited sand onto me through my bed-side window. Each morning upon waking up I considered myself lucky if the residing children weren’t building sandcastles on my belly. At first I suspected shenanigans at play. It wasn’t until I camped out in my bed late one night, laptop on my left, serrated knife coated with fresh sambal chili dipping sauce on my right (hey, it’s all I could find), that I noticed the movie playing on my laptop featured a sandstorm in it every 5 minutes, perfectly synchronized with the incoming buffets of wind. I guess that was why I had to force that particular window open every morning and prop it outward (and also why housekeeping closed it each and every day). The joke’s on me after all.

As Yang mentioned, eating lunch in a local’s home on Jang Island was the highlight of my trip. Not so much because of being exposed to new experiences, but because of the deception I deployed: When our gracious host wasn’t looking, I used a cucumber slice as an improvised spoon with which to shovel food into my mouth. (Yang later admitted to having done the same.) You’d think as messy as I am around the dinner table that using my hands to eat would be second-nature to me, but you’d be wrong. If I’m going to die at the dinner table (or dinner mat, in this case), it’s going to be from choking on the delicious sambal prawns or homemade fishballs, not my right thumb. But seriously, I really enjoyed dining with respect to local and religious customs. I only wish I could get those last few rice grains out from underneath my fingernails.

The jungle hike ranks as a near second. Our guides Nick and Amin were conscientious and top-notch. I was also mightily impressed by the fortitude Yang and Ling exhibited by carrying Hannah nearly the entire way through. The jungle itself presented itself as an awe-inspiring environment demanding of respect. After a while, however, the thrill of telling myself, Hey me, I’m in the jungle! wore off and another realization began to rise to the fore: This reminds me of hiking through Missouri. The illusion of exoticism was shattered forever when an obstinate cow obstructed our slender path. It seems no amount of tropical fruits and vegetation is going to ever be enough to prevent one-thousand pounds of cow ass bringing you back to earth.


I can relate to Yang and Ling’s disappointment about the state of the beach and the waters, but as someone who has lived all his life in a land-locked state in the center of the USA, my expectations are decidedly of lower standing. I also happen to live near a gargantuan man-made lake that is assuredly filled to the brim with sewage of some sort, and that doesn’t stop half the population of the Midwest from vacationing there every summer. As long as floating dead bodies are removed in a timely manner, we’ll swim in just about anything.

Another disappointment is that I never found myself in a situation that required me to bribe someone. It occurs to me that locals are under the impression that Caucasians want nothing more than to avoid corruption. Speaking as an American, I can say nothing is further from the truth. We prefer corruption when we’re abroad because it’s much cheaper than the corruption at home. Sure, bribes abroad require instant cash, whereas corruption at home is most often deposited directly from one’s bank account during tax time; however, we tend to find cash exchanges much more personal and satisfying. So, for future reference: As long as the US dollar retains at least some semblance of strength, we Americans welcome any corruption you can manage to confront us with. You guys really lost out this time.

To those who asked me my impressions of the scorching hot Indonesian weather: Try walking 10km under direct sunlight every day in Singapore with a 6kg messenger bag sticking to the sweaty small of your back. I’m pretty sure you’ll find hiking through the Indonesian jungle or sprinting across the jetty to the beach a pleasant experience by comparison. (And yes, yes, I’m a total idiot for walking so much in Singapore, but never mind that that’s a stupid thing to do given the wonderfully efficient and relatively inexpensive public transportation. I never said I was smart, just used to the heat—the Singaporean heat.)


So, all in all, I had a great time, reinforced by great company. I don’t think I would have enjoyed myself nearly as much on my own, so I’m eternally grateful to Yang and Ling for allowing me to tag along on this wonderful adventure. But after 6 days and 5 nights at Telunas Beach Resort, the barnacle had begun to form on my ankles. That’s a sure sign you’ve got to get back to civilization.

Telunas Beach Resort – Part 9: Overall Perspectives

Part 9 of our series of ten posts on our stay at Telunas Beach Resort. For the other posts, do check this link.

When it comes to our writing an overall impression of a property we’ve stayed for vacation, the one question we’ll ask ourselves is always this: will we be coming back? From our six day stay at Telunas Beach Resort, it’s a qualified ‘yes’. And like our other stays, Ling and I are pretty much in consensus about our impressions of the Resort, its activities and hospitality.

Starting off with its strong points: the Hospitality and general feeling of ‘home’ and coziness the attending staff will pass onto you. The local hosting staff spoke very good English, and the other workers understood enough rudimentary English to answer simple questions too. The hosts – especially our assigned staff Hanna – were friendly and engaged us in friendly banter, making sure that our needs were taken care of and always making adjustments to customize our stay or make things easier for us, especially for Hannah.


View from the jetty (post-processed image).

Accommodation. The Chalet room was large enough for the three of us – it can readily house a family of four – and bathroom facilities were excellent for a resort of this type, and definitely superior to what I recall at Rawa. At SGD205 per night for the chalet with three meals included, the Resort’s price point was also a big advantage for us too.

Apparently for two days during our stay too, the big boss and one of three owners himself was also staying in the Resort. The staff were candid enough to share some cute observations (nothing awkward rest assure to any Telunas staff members who stumble upon our blog) about their working relationships between their bosses and themselves!

Also, there were only two families staying during our last two days; ours/Matt, and a trio of middle-aged Australian visitors who were also in for a six-day stay. There was a true sense of seclusion and idyllic peaceful living that was exactly what I was looking forward to (more on that later under ‘Problems’).


Telunas Beach Resort’s main canteen (post-processed image).

Dining was fairly good to excellent. Visitors first need to get past the fact that the Resort’s canteen is the only dining place on the island, and not to expect the usual international buffet spread comprising of at least a dozen items. Ling, Matt and Hannah for certain enjoyed everything that came out of the kitchen, me somewhat less so because of my lack of affinity for specific food types i.e. apple pies and banana crepes. Food was always plentiful, and with three meals a day, there is really no need for you to bring additional snacks for your stay. And if you really want your can of Coke or packet of Pringles, the canteen sells them at reasonable prices. Definitely unlike the super marked-up prices you come to expect from most other properties. Given the general humidity and warm ambient temperatures in June though, I would have preferred the drinking water to be kept at lower temperatures to combat the scorching heats we experienced, but that’s a minor thing.

Activities wise was a mixed bag but mostly still good. My strongest impression was the Jungle Waterfall Hike for both the beautiful waterfall and cool freshwater pond there, and also its painful hike carrying Hannah! Matt’s biggest impression in contrast was the Malay Village Lunch, and I suspect on account that he’s done a lot more hiking and waterfall visits than I have. The Waterfall Hike is well worth the time spent, and the walk will be easier in dry weather compared to the mud we traversed over. The Malay Village Lunch was a little pricey but it would be a real eye-opener if you haven’t experienced dining with locals in this fashion before. The Candlelight Dinner was alright too, though depending again on when the sun is setting during your visit, you might want to get started on it a little earlier or dine in near total darkness! As for general fishing, we caught nothing – but Matt fished plenty of crabs around the jetty.=)

And the swimming! The three of us didn’t eventually swim, given the fact that waters were really murky, and Ling has some serious questions about whether the waste generated by guests was going directly back into the sea. Matt had no such reservations however, and many other guests took real advantage of the two leaping platforms – like the 6m one below – at the jetty.


Leaping off from the higher platform. It’s about a six meter drop to the water.=)

The one activity disappointment for us was Shrimping, the more so after hearing all the hype about it. Whether you get to see/catch anything is a seasonal thing, and we did go ahead with it after hearing the Resort’s frank advice on the probability of catching anything. Ironically, Ling had far better luck just wading out in low tide to where rocks were, and in broad daylight armed only with a flimsy paper cup. She returned in 5 minutes with 8 shrimps!

Transportation. We concur with other Tripadvisor reviewers that the private boat option from Sekupang to Telunas is the way to get to/from, even considering the cost of SGD270+ each way. You get to decide when you want the boat, and the Telunas staff will accommodate. If you want to save cash, Telunas can advise you on other visitors’ movements the same day and you’ll save some money by sharing the private boat rides.


Our chalet on the left (post-processed image).

As for the problems. Tripadvisor rates this place as one of the world’s best all-inclusive family resort. I’m not quite so sure if it’s of that sterling rank, and Ling is even less accommodating; she felt that the Resort is somewhat over-rated. The Resort saw a very large group (~50) of young adults from an institution in Singapore during Day 2 to 5 of our stay. Apparently, this particular institution makes annual Community/Teambonding stays to Telunas. While you can expect a certain level of profanity and rowdiness coming from young adults, the group was still on the overall well-behaved. However, their presence also meant that during the four days they were there, the place felt real crowded. There was competition for lazing-around facilities – e.g. the sitting areas in the canteen, dining space, beach chairs etc.

To be fair, in my reservation inquiries with the Resort, they did make aware that there would be a group of students during our period of stay, and they tried their best wherever possible to separate that group via students’ itinerary from the rest of the guests. Matt also chuckled to say that American high-school kids are far worse, because there would be nothing left standing by the time they’re through! But if you’re coming to Telunas intending to get away from crowds and you care only for family/couples guests, you’ll want to be inquire whether there are similar such groups during your period of stay and decide accordingly.

The more serious challenge though was whether the Resort is really optimized for large group stays, or family stays. I think it’s the former, because some of the most fun things – e.g. the Jungle Waterfall Hike, beach pizzas, low-rope – seems to be geared towards large groups. I certainly think there could be more Resort-organized activities for small families, outside which you really then need to make up your own itinerary. The staff love young people and had fun activities planned out for the student group. But there seemed to be less confidence in the air concerning what the other family guests like us could do. We were contend to just laze around when we had nothing planned for the day.  Thanks to Ling, we spent half of our stay exploring the beaches! But unless you’re trained like her to spot bubbler crabs, hermit crabs, tube worms, kingfishers, toucans, shrimps and whatever else lives on these beaches, it’s hard to experience the natural biodiversity of these beaches, or to just enjoy walking on the beaches as we did.

I’ve also written that our period of stay in June wasn’t ideal. The weather was scorching, and our room was relatively less breezy than Matt’s, necessitating the use of an additional standing-fan (the Resort immediately obliged to the request). The beach wasn’t in a clean state and had more debris than what you’d spot in the kilometers of East Coast beach back in Singapore, let alone the more pristine beaches in Rawa or Redang. The best time to visit is apparently in December to April where the water is clearer and of pleasant blue hues than the murky green we observed.

The last challenge is a minor one. Sunrise and  sunset is partially blocked by low hills and vegetation. Quite unlike Rawa, where we easily climbed a gentle hill to see the morning sun rising, with a similarly uninterrupted view of the sun setting from the jetty there. Travelers thinking of amazing photographic moments will need to be temper their expectations or work a little harder to get the shots they want.


Sunrise at Telunas Beach Resort.



In sum, I think we might return back here for a second visit, if nothing else because during the December school holidays, the beach resorts off the Mersing coast will be experiencing monsoon. Telunas waters should be clear, though we’ll want to check with the Resort first then! Hannah for sure enjoyed the six day stay, though not to the point where she was reluctant to leave. She said “I miss my big dog-dog, my big sheep-sheep, my small sheep-sheep…” etc. etc.=)


Daddy, Mommy, Hannah and Hello Kitties!

That wraps up our review of Telunas Beach Resort. The tenth and last post will comprise some of Matt’s pictures and his commentary.=)

Telunas Beach Resort staff sending us off.=)

Telunas Beach Resort – Part 8: Shrimping

Part 8 of our series of ten posts on our stay at Telunas Beach Resort. For the other posts, do check this link.

What’s ‘Shrimping’ I hear you say? Basically, it’s an activity where you go out onto the beach at night armed with head-mounted spotlights and miniature harpoons, and scan the area at low-tide for shrimps. Apparently, these fellows can be spotted easily since their eyes turn red at the spotlights.

Unfortunately, the season for Shrimping was not in our favor. Specifically, waters were warm, and waves weren’t calm An earlier party had gone out two nights before and returned with exactly one shrimp. We thought we couldn’t fare any worse, so off we went for it on Day 4. Boy, were we proven wrong – we ended up with zero shrimps! In all, a real disappointment. The Shrimping exercise was all at night so I couldn’t get very many pictures in (I was in a balancing act holding Hannah’s hand,a harpoon, and the E-M5).


Shrimper Ang Mo.


Matt ready to harpoon some shrimps, but he’s got to find those elusive buggers first!


Matt: “I could have sworn I saw two of those !@#! shrimps!”
Ling: “Really? I couldn’t even see a single one!”

The irony was the following morning, Ling waded to the other side of the beach at low-tide at mid-afternoon, and returned with eight shrimps. And all she used was a cup!

The next post – Part 9 – on our overall impressions of Telunas Beach Resort.=)

Telunas Beach Resort – Part 7: Makan Sutra

Part 7 of our series of ten posts on our stay at Telunas Beach Resort. For the other posts, do check this link.

For guests, there is no restaurant to speak of on the island. Essentially, each accommodation package comes with three square meals a day. Guests are invited (‘summoned’?) to meal time at the canteen with a loud bamboo gong at 7:00 AM, 12:00 PM and 6:00 PM. In short, you eat what they give you and when they give you, unless you’re going to pack in your own SAF MREs, potato chips, or cup noodles into your luggage case (there’s no need to for the latter two by the way; the resort canteen sells them at prices just slightly higher than on mainland Singapore – not too bad).


Dinner to be laid out very soon.


Beverages corner.


Pringles, oreos, coke, cup noodles!

If that sounds bad, it really isn’t. Communal dining is always a fun experience, and the guests there all behaved themselves. Perhaps that there was always excess food on the table meant that I didn’t see the atypical Singaporean behavior of making a straight line for whatever they want most and hoarding it for themselves. Breakfast was often western-styled with the odd Asian dish, and throughout the six days we stayed, we had toast, pancakes, cinnamon rolls, mee goreng, and done-on-the-spot omelets. Lunch and dinner routinely saw rice, a meat/fish dish (fried sesame prawns were out of this world), a vegetable dish (e.g. xiao bai cai, long beans with corn, vegetables in coconut milk) and another side (their onion rings and fish soup were super), supported by desserts (cakes, apple pies, banana crepes) and condiments (Matt scooped up the super hot belacan chili and ate it by the spoonful). The menu was rotated every 4 days or so during our stay.


Hannah summoning guests to dinner!


A typical meal spread.




Eggs done in whichever way you like.

Coffee and tea was available 24/7 and DIY. And for our class of accommodation, we had the option of having our choice of teas and coffee brought to our room each morning for us to sip on our balconies. We didn’t go for that option though, preferring for our beverages to be brought into the canteen for communal breakfast.

To be fair, those of us spoilt on luxurious buffet spreads at other Resorts might feel a little underwhelmed. Then again, for what we paid for the accommodation and that all meals were included (they’re also available at SGD12+/adult), I certainly had no complaints. Food was replenished quickly, and as a general rule, delectable. On the occasion when we returned late from the Jungle Waterfall Hike, food was already laid out on the table for us to dine.


Rice, veggies, fish and onion rings.


Banana crepes!


Apple pie!

My only complaint? There were two large water dispensers to keep us hydrated. I would have appreciated a couple of ice blocks dumped into the dispensers to keep the water cold! Our stay was at some of the warmest months of the year, and room temperature water meant slightly lukewarm-ish water. Ugh.=(

The next post – Part 8 – on Shrimping.=)

Telunas Beach Resort – Part 6: Malay Village Lunch

Part 6 of our series of ten posts on our stay at Telunas Beach Resort. For the other posts, do check this link.

Another activity that was mentioned on the Telunas Beach Resort was a visit to a nearby Malay fishing village for lunch. Basically, guests will be hosted by a Malay family for a home-cooked meal, with the family possibly one of the Telunas local workers’ who might be able to receive guests on their off-day, or a family that is known to the Resort through its numerous local contacts. There weren’t many traveler reviews mentioning this activity on Tripadvisor, though one noted that it was a humbling experience to visit a local family and seeing the vast difference in living conditions against what they enjoyed back at home or even at the Resort (i.e. running and clean water, heater, fans, electricity).

The both of us have seen and experienced rural living before. Some of Ling’s relatives are in fact also Indonesian fishermen and we visited and stayed with them at Medang in 2007. But since the activity was yet another thing to do and we thought Matt would be interested in the experience too, we went for it.

Just prior to the visit, we were asked if we had aversions to spicy food. That, as always, elicited the usual nudge and winks from us since Matt was with us. We chuckled and told Elsa (one of our two Telunas hosts) that Hannah eats everything, and for Matt, the hotter the better!


Arriving at the village.


The sea-facing huts were still built on stilts.

The home that was hosting us was situated on Jang island, which was south-west of Sugi island. Ian, a petite staff, was our guide and we took off on Day 4 late morning for a 15 minute boat ride to the island. Like the other islands we’ve seen, getting up and down the jetty involved climbing a steep wooden ladder, and Hannah required the help of locals to hoist her up and down the boat and jetty!

The village was relatively more developed and ‘advanced’ than where we stayed at Medang. Most houses were brick, mortar and glass window constructions. There was also a relatively modern-looking school and mosque too.


Kampong children who greeted us with waves when we walked past.


The girl, the wife, the guide, and the Ang Mo.=)

The Indonesian gentleman who hosted us was a fisherman by trade, and had three children of about high-school age. He didn’t speak English, so we conversed through Ian. He seemed pretty experienced in entertaining guests to his home, showing us pictures of visitors from Singapore (including a group from what we were told to be Nanyang Girls’ School) who stayed overnight in his place to experienced living in the village. Perhaps because of the absence of fans in the house and also that there was a stillness in the air right in noon-time heat, Matt and I were perspiring profusely throughout lunch!


At the village home chatting.


Lunch is here!

Our lunch comprised three dishes; a vegetable dish (bean sprouts and xiao bai cai), tomato prawns, and fishball soup. This might seem simple fare for Singaporeans, but they were marvelously done and delicious. In fact, Hannah loved the hand-made fishballs so much that she kept going for it and we had to nearly use force for her to stop.=)


Fishball soup, tomato prawns, and vegetables.=)


Hannah going at like a pro!


“Mommy, I want more bananas!”


Lunch entertainment – a house made up of ice-cream sticks.=)

Lunch done, we learned that our boat was coming a little later as it’d gone to pick up an arriving group of Caucasians to the Resort. That gave us about half an hour to explore the area. It would had been a real photographic treat for me were it not for the scorching heat though, and I made a beelilne for whichever shade I could find whenever I could. Hannah fared quite well the earlier day at our Jungle Waterfall hike, but in the about 15 minutes we were out in the relative open, she got a visible tan!


The home we visited.



In all, I think the Malay Village Lunch will be an eye-opener for visitors who’d like to see the real living conditions of the locals. It wasn’t quite the same illuminating experience for Ling or myself, and I felt that the event was rather pricey at SGD100 though Ling suspects it’s largely because of the boat ride itself. Oh well. At least Hannah thoroughly enjoyed the food. She licked her plate clean (with some assistance from Mommy), had at least a dozen fishballs and four bananas.=)


Mommy pointing out something. What’s that?


Scorching heat did not bother Matt a tiny bit.


Hannah has a visible tan, already.=)

Next post – Part 7 – on the food at the Resort.=)

Telunas Beach Resort – Part 5: Jungle Waterfall Hike

Part 5 of our series of ten posts on our stay at Telunas Beach Resort. For the other posts, do check this link.

One of the suggested highlight activities of a Telunas stay is the Jungle Waterfall Hike. This is by no means our first visit to a South-East Asian waterfall of course, and that a 12 km hike was necessary to get to the waterfall was daunting. And to get to the start-point of the hike involved a 20 minute boat ride to the other side of the island. However, the payoff would be a dip into a freshwater pond supported by two jump-off points too.

If we were the only two travelers, this would had been an easy decision. But we decided early on that Hannah would love the experience of dipping into the freshwater waterfall pond too. We just had to mentally prepare ourselves of cajoling/carrying/piggy-backing her the 12 km each direction!


Matt and Hannah all ready for action.

Fortunately, Ling’s always thoughtful when it comes to preparing our party for this sort of thing. We were armed with military grade sunblock and insect repellent that was so pungent that all the mosquitoes in the vicinity probably ended up feeding themselves on the numerous chickens or odd cow we hiked past in the trail. We brought our a piggy-back harness for Hannah too, but ended up using the superior harness the Resort offered for loan.


The dinghy little boat that bought us from Telunas Beach Resort to another side of the island. The waves went higher than this little vessel!


Boating through the mangrove swamp.

The boat ride was through fairly calm waters, and took us through very shallow mangrove swamp waters. Our jolly Telunas staff guide, Nick, explained that ideally, visitors should make the hike when it’s high-tide as it’d mean we can take the boat further in and shorten the hiking distance. Moreover, we were a pretty small group of ten – our party of four, another family of four, Nick, and another local guide who was also one of the two boatsmen – which meant that the boat they used was a pretty small one that could fit through the narrow and winding streams of the swamp.


Two huts in the kampong we hiked past.


Still early on in the hike when Hannah was able to walk…


… and just a mite later! Ling carried her first before I took over for the second half of the hike.

The vast majority of the trail was muddy, which thankfully was made easier to walk on through long planks for the worst parts. The ground was pretty wet from earlier rain however, and it wasn’t easy navigating through numerous sections of the trail. Hannah initially wanted to walk, but she quickly lagged so far behind the point-man that she gave up and asked to be carried 10 minutes into the hike. Ling and I took turns to carry her, and the sum of that experience is one word: painful LOL.


Payoff… finally!

The 12 km hike took us a total of about 100 minutes. Earlier visitors had noted that they spent about 15 to 20 minutes at the waterfall, but we ended up staying for 50 minutes! The water was marvelously cool and also reasonably clean. There is an alcove too that you can stand at and enjoy the full blast of the onrushing waterfall waters. It felt like a power massage!

Our Ang mo bud didn’t try the waters himself, despite all our encouragement. He was quite contended to stay on the rocks and got in some nifty long-exposures of the fast-moving waterfall and also streams.


Long exposure of the waterfall.


Ling going for the dive, feet first! Taken at 1/1000s to freeze motion.=)

The return journey was a lot quicker than getting-there. One of the boatmen offered to carry hand-carry Hannah, which we took up the offer for half the journey back before I took over again.

In all, was the 24 km hike both ways worth it? Definitely, and more so if you don’t have to bring/carry a three year old.=) And for visitors to our blog, you really should stay longer than the 30 minutes the Resort review suggests. The Telunas staff didn’t (of course) pressurize us to leave early, and we made up for the time by double-timing on our return journey. Or maybe it was just that we were so hungry for lunch by the time we were done!


The tide had gone down a bit, so our boatman had to manually push the boat through to the landing point.


Hannah’s exhausted, even though it was Mommy and Daddy and Uncle ‘Amin’ who had to carry her!

Next post – Part 6 – on the Malay Village Lunch event.=)

Telunas Beach Resort – Part 4: Couple’s Candlelight Dinner

Part 4 of our series of ten posts on our stay at Telunas Beach Resort. For the other posts, do check this link.

Ling cracked a little joke on Matt after we firmed up our request for our Couple’s Candlelight Dinner on Day 2 evening. She said in jest, “Matt, we’re sorry – but we need to find you a baby-sitter.”


Baby chair on the way.=)

It was a candlelight dinner alright, though not quite for just the two of us. Hannah joined us for it, so it was really a family candlelight dinner! The activity was priced at SGD50+. Essentially, a table was laid out by the beach, and dinner comprised of a cone of yellow rice, beef rendang, deep-fried chicken, a-char, ikan bilis/peanuts, a beansprouts and coconut mix, and condiments. Dessert was the banana crepes that Tripadvisor guests have raved about. Food was in excess again for the three of us, and as with the other meals, delicious.

Ironically though, it got dark so fast that 20 minutes into dinner, we were struggling to see what we were eating! Within 40 minutes, it was nearly pitch dark with the only illumination coming from two candles which weren’t given off very much light. We hastily finished up dinner (keep in mind that there was heaps of food) before something foreign crept into our yellow rice LOL.


Just after thanksgiving prayer and ready to tuck in!


Check out the massive cone of yellow rice.


Not long after this was taken, I asked Ling “Er dear, where’s the chicken…?”

So; suggestion for visitors. Check to see how fast evening turns to night, and if you need to, ask to start the Candlelight dinner earlier.

The next post – Part 5 – on Jungle Waterfall Hike!