MOALBOAL 2015

So Moalboal turned out to be less fun than I thought it would be. Unfortunately it's a pretty forgettable trip.

But I'll always be chasing sunsets on the other side.

Can't wait for The Yearly Pilgrimage to Bali (and hopefully #BelachanShore) next year!

Back from Anambas! I'm grateful to be back alive.

My first trip to Anambas was truly a humbling one, and I'm grateful to be back alive.

Many dolphin sightings along the way to Anambas. Jumped out of bed and geared up within 5 minutes hoping to dive with dolphins, but missing a little luck. Took the dinghy out for rounding but the dolphins don't seem to be in the mood for play. Thankful for the endless blue waters with unlimited visibility - my playground.

Stormy night kept the boat and dive crew up all night. Winds were strong, waves were high and rain was relentless. Boat was rocking and customers puking. Got a little scare when we thought customers went missing. Thank god all was good. Everyone stayed together, prepared for the worst to happen. Thought of our escape plan, said a little prayer. Succumbed to motion sickness finally and I gave way.

Woke up in the morning with customers staring down at the crew. We all looked and felt like shit. Thankful we made it through the storm. Dive resumed with not too good visibility anymore, but we made it back home safely.

It was a truly humbling experience - we are so small in the face of nature. We may have the best crew put together, it may be our first trip, first year, or nth trip out, but there's just so much to learn and so many ways to improve on. Thankful for the boat crew who put up a strong fight, keeping vigil while we gave in to fatigue. Captain John mentioned this was his toughest trip throughout his years of sailing.

We survived to tell the tale.

Celebration of Love

 

 

20 degree Celsius water is not meant for diving, even with 7mm wetsuit. I thought I was going to freeze. Missing everything about Perth already. Third time there and still in love.

It’s finally the Christmas week! So much love in the air!
xoxo.

Your precious.

If only we could stop time from passing us by. If only we could freeze in the moment.

xoxo.

I carry your heart with me.

finally back to post the final installment of my morocco trip. this is a good change from our imperial cities trail. after being in the hot summer (approx 39-42degC everyday), we spent two nights in Essaouira, where the temperature is around 24degC. pretty chilly when the wind blows, but no, not complaining. not the best sand, best beach, or best streets, but it’s still truly one experience of it's kind.

 

our first meal there, which is pretty much the same like any other meals. the food in Morocco isn’t exactly awful. pretty tasty actually. the problem is they all taste very one-dimensional, hence every single dish tastes the same after awhile.

went to the fish port on our second day here. the sea gulls here are sure well-fed.

cute little girl who refused to leave us alone while we had lunch at a small family-run cafe.

act cool shot #1

act cool shot #2

act cool shot #3

and here’s ending the post with my sexy backview hahahahaha.

I. NEED. A. GETAWAY. PRONTO.
no actually what i need is a dive. blooppppp!

xoxo.

Mt Kerinci (Part II)

(here’s part I)

finally found the motivation to blog about the second part of Kerinci. just looking at the photos reminds me of the exhaustion. *gasp for air*

here’s us looking happy to finally reach the campsite. this is only the start of the torture…

woke up at 3am the next morning to summit. i was freezingggggg :/

pictures clearly don’t do justice to the beautiful scenery.

everyone looking happy to summit :D butttttt….

i… errrr…...

the euphoria on the summit is… indescribable.

the descend is made less boring with… lots of nonsense haha.

IT’S FINALLY TIME TO LEAVE THE HORRIBLE MOUNTAIN

and here’s ending the trip with happy (and very tired) us.

xoxo.