Tanjung Pinang

It was the first time I had stepped foot amongst local Indonesians so I was pretty excited with what I was going to see. When we reached the island, we breezed through custom and went straight for our pick up while a lady took care of the necessary documentations. It was amazing! I love privileges when it came to queues.

The houses on the island were either individual homes standing on its own or low-rise buildings with gaps separating them. There were tiny pathways in between the houses that eventually led to the sea. During the rides to our various destinations, we saw the cleanest and largest homes (think double level bungalows) on the island as well as the tiniest and dirtiest ones (think zinc roofs, dark unlit rooms and faded wood). Life at home is too good.

We had rode for almost an hour, probably more, to a kellong for lunch. Along the way, we rode through reddish dead soil that were mined. It was kind of sad to know that that vast piece of land would take years to be useful all over again. It would have looked beautiful having greens from the trees and blues from the clouds.

We had seafood for lunch and home made local Otak Otak that were surprisingly delicious. I'm still thinking about it. =P""

I can never imagine myself living in kellong conditions, with the faded old wood cracking under my feet and having spiders with their webs across pillars to pillars as housemates. The spiders were the size of my Ipod Nano; its web the size of a stretched opened egg Roti Prata. It was horrifying, spine chilling and not for the faint hearted. I wonder if spiders existed on the kellongs out at sea though.

I love watching sun sets, especially the ones where the sun rays could be clearly seen. The sky was like a colouring book that kept changing colours till it eventually became dark.

We had to take the chance to snap jumping shots of course. Below is one of my favourites.