Showing posts with label Indonesia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indonesia. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 09, 2019

Celebrating Mother's 60th Birthday at Bintan Nirwana Gardens (3D2N)


How would you celebrate your Mother's 60th Birthday? In Chinese tradition, at 60 years of age, it is a very important point of life as it symbolises the completion of a full life cycle. 

For my brother and I, our plan was to introduce our Mother to the thrills of life that she should survive through to complete this meaningful 60 years of life. 



Off to Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal, where it seemed time came to a standstill. Always wondered why the ferry passenger's experience in our ferry terminals could not match even a small bit of the Changi experience.

Less than an hour and we found ourselves at the Bandar Bentan Telani (BBT) Ferry Terminal in Bintan! The shuttle bus took about 15 minutes to reach Nirwana Gardens resort. 

Elephants with "elephants"


Nirwana Gardens comprised several clusters of hotels and villas. Our accommodation was the Belantara 2-room Villa (a Banyu Biru Villa). 




Lunch was at Neydles House, the nearest restaurant to the Banyu Biru villas.

The noodles were as good as the majestic look of the restaurant building

Marvellous Beachside View at the Neydles House


Our first thrill of the trip: the All-Terrain Vehicle (ATV) experience!

Little did I know that both my Mother and my Brother would be driving the ATV for their first time.

Onwards!

We signed up for 1 hour of ATV. While some ATV off-road trails bring you to traverse jungles, beaches and muddy fields, ours was mainly forested trails and a short trail on fine sand. We were told the hot weather had dried up the muds...


No kick


Our second day began with... breakfast.



It was challenging to determine what water sports would be an appropriate level of thrill for Mother. She had done jetski; and parasailing with Father. Short of going for diving school, we finally decided on doing the Undersea Walk, a first for all of us.


We were ferried to a stationary boat where the equipment for our adventure were located. To perform the Undersea Walk, one had to put on a heavy helmet, connected to a pipe which brought air from the surface into the helmet, and climb down a ladder to reach the seabed.

While doing the briefing, our instructor Richard asked how old Mother was, and remained silent when he got the answer. 

My Brother was the first to enter. As an experienced diver, he ought to. My Mother went next. Once she was fully submerged in water, I candidly asked the other staff what was the oldest age of a participant they had ever assisted for Undersea Walk. The answer was 40. Gulp.

The way down was challenging with a less-than-calm water, and the pressure on the ears. There was sufficient gap between the helmet and the neck for one to insert one's hand to pinch the nose to blow off and equate the pressure on the ears.

Finding Nemo


Once at the seabed, we basically held on to a railing and walked to and fro. It was an amazing close encounter with fishes, and a complete sense of peacefulness, being cut off from all sounds except the air ventilation.


To complete the sea experience, we had seafood for dinner.

A moment of silence, please


Our last day was more chill. 

Komodo Dragons near Breakfast venue


Not her first experience, but I would remember how we rode horses (leisurely as tourists) in our overseas holidays in childhood days. We had wanted to get my son riding the horse, and he had sounded excited about it, until he saw the horse. 




And then something even more chill (literally) - air rifle and air pistol shooting. Not surprising that my Brother, a former competitive shooter, was hitting almost all on target. The eye-opener was the  high accuracy of hits from his wife!




We spent the rest of our time setting up the water slide and enjoying the pool.

  
Home Sweet Home


Minus the sunburn, the holiday was a great getaway from the hustle and bustle of life. Back to reality!

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

37th SSEAYP 2010 - How to be Rich?

Day 35 - 28 November 2010 

I woke up rather late on the 35th day of the 37th Ship for Southeast Asian Youth Programme (SSEAYP). Was rather surprised to see the Biko having his hair cut by the barber in the house. Biko did mention to our host family that he needed a haircut, and here came the barber!


I learnt many interesting facts about Cambodia while homestaying with Biko. He mesmerised all of us with the Cambodia martial arts. According to him, there is a special class of fighters who bear tattoos all over their bodies. These fighters are invulnerable and knives can't cut through them. They are not allowed to be injected by needles, so in the event if they need blood transfusion, they would just die. It is a dangerous skill, so many elders are not passing on the trade to the younger generation.

Dancers have flexible fingers...

... and this is how Cambodian dancers stretch their fingers

Breakfast



Trees were bearing fruits

The "children"

Bapak Made shared two things that would make us rich: 1) The ability to make others work for you. The more the merrier. 2) Enjoy life. He even made us repeat these to him before we bade farewell.

"To be a man, you must chase your dreams"

Throughout the journey, Bapak Made said Biko would be a English language translator to the Cambodian Prime Minister & I would be Singapore's Prime Minister to motivate and encourage us to think big.







Biko did not join the tour as he had to send off his fellow contingent mate, who had to disembark from the programme due to health reasons. A few days ago, we observed a minute of silence for the hundreds of Cambodians who lost their lives over a stampede during a festive celebration. Cambodia National Leader even wept when delivering the news. It was a tough time for our dear Cambodian friends.


At the Pacific Hall


Gangway cheer by Singapore Contingent


Gangway cheer by Vietnam Contingent

Gangway cheer by Brunei Contingent

Gangway cheer by Cambodia Contingent

Gangway cheer by Myanmar Contingent

Gangway cheer by Philippines Contingent

Gangway cheer by Japan Contingent





Bapak Made and his nice paper hat








My eyes were wet when Fuji Maru left the port, mainly because I really thought I wasn't brought into the Made family by chance but by design.

As usual, we had our Contingent meeting at 5pm. After dinner, the Administrator and National Leaders attended the Cruise Operating Committee (COC) meeting.

As part of the publicity strategies for the Singapore national presentation, we had asked the other Participating Youths (PYs) to write what they miss most about home onto our notice board.

Home...

We did our national presentation rehearsal. Some of us left to rehearse for the flag hoisting ceremony.