We were not expecting Tioman Island to be so huge or to be so like a giant, jungly mountainous tower with only a few beach coves that housed any civilisation. We stayed on the quiet side of the island, in Juara, which necessitated a Jeep trip over the hill, standing in the bed of the truck and ducking whenever the jungle hung too low. This side of the island is less commercialised and beautiful in a wild way. It’s also the east/windward side so the waves are choppier and has more cloud cover. Actually a blessing in some ways as our timings have often been that we are on the beach during the midday heat (mad dogs and all that).
We did one hike up to a waterfall and a bit of kayaking but have generally slowed our pace for a few days and have just been exploring the beaches and the sea and playing with many, many cats and a baby monkey.
Matt has gone native and is sitting beside me wearing a sarong to fend off the giant, lazy mosquitoes that are floating about and getting into our cabin via who-knows-where. Holes and cracks have been sellotaped and doors are being opened and closed practically on an airlock. “Quick, come in! SHUT THE DOOR!” We realised today that the screeching noise that goes on for most of the day is from fruit bats, hanging in the trees. They were the size of small cats, had funny inquisitive ginger foxy faces and peered at us with their bulging black eyes as we got close. We have seen lots of small bats too, and been dive-bombed by them at sunset. If you are a bat then I do recommended moving to the island. There are plenty more mosquitoes to go around.
We visited some snorkelling sites by boat. One man saw a big shark but thankfully we had gone in the opposite direction and just saw lots of colourful fish plus a cuttlefish. We have been watching Blue Planet and other documentaries about octopus and cuttlefish so it was fun to see in real life their strange behaviour. Eva dived down and touched it and it immediately changed colour to match the white sand and flashed the blue light around its skirt. Another highlight was a man on a nearby boat giving us some crackers to feed the fish. They frenzied around us, biting our hands and arms. Some were convinced that our camera was a cracker so continued to pursue and nibble me.
The boat ride between sites was more of an adventure. We spent, I think, 90% of the time airborne. I disembarked with quite advanced claw hand from gripping bits of my family, convinced they would surely be tossed into the sea.
So after that I feel we deserved our final civilised night when, mossie -proofed, we sat out on our terrace and drunk a couple of home-mixed cocktails; alcohol bought from the other side of the island, a mix of lurid, artificial juices from the next door shop. We managed to make one look and taste a bit like a Singapore sling. And Singapore is where we are heading to now, via a brief shopping stop at the slightly rough-round-the-edges border town of Johor Bahru. And Singapore is where we meet with our final two St Ebbes apprentices before heading home!!!
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