[This is actually being typed on 3 October 2009 - reason is because for the past 2 plus weeks I have been relocated from Relax to Eden Holiday - where there is no internet in the room and the nearest point is our office - a regular downer!]
The photo this time is actually the first thing that hits you smack as you turned a narrow dangerous bend to the Eden! What a welcoming sight. There is a 1 word inscription at the base MISSION
Anyway why I am selecting an earlier date? Because that was one heck of a weekend. I got up at my usal time, enjoying the weather and muching down breakfast. Then Marco Frank and Chef Bruno (nicest Exec Chef I ever met in any overseas work location - not that I am slagging off the rest of those I met - hi guys and gals - yes you were my friends too .... Shamsul, Amit, etc). Anyway Chef left first for the hike. As we took the right path towards Port Glaud, everything was nice. Then we headed back. I chose the sea/ beach path. Marco wanted to do the slopes.
A few minutes later I heard him crashing through the top and I saw him in flashes as we both took different paths from North Beach to South Beach. A while down the line, I heard him call out. I shouted a reply but as I heard nothing, I thought he might be injured. So I scampered up this huge boulder and BANG slipped on the moss/lichen. Ripped both leg muscles I thought. It was sheer agony and I had to sit down and just waited and called out. But Marco didn't reply. So I hoped he was all right
I continued my track until I passed by some China and Indian workers. The China blokes were in the sea with pieces of wire poking and prodding for some shell fish and ruining the corals. I tried to talk to them but they apparently didn't understand Mandarin or pretended not to! Then I saw 3 Indians walking out of the jungle with machete. Dude - I panicked for a bit. Visions of THE BEACH there ... and some horror movie spoof. However, when I saw the final chap carrying coconuts ... wooooof!
I went through some hilly areas after that ... and stopped at a huge rocky area where there seemed to be no way forward ... at that time I saw Marco's SMS and missed call. I called back but there is no answer. So I messaged that I would make my way back to North Beach instead
Waited and waited and waited ... and to my horror Chef was coming shirtless and have cuts and bruises in several places ... apparently Chef had an even bigger event ... as he went hiking through the hills ... 2 blokes hailed him ... he tried to ignore them ... they followed him ... so he ran for it until he couldn't run anymore and called for Marco behind the safety of a rock ...
At that moment, Marco took up the tale. He was wondering what happened to both me and Chef. Since he got Chef's breathless call, he decided to go back to our construction site for security and assistance and dashed off. By the time he found chef, chef had pretty much recovered his breath and came out after the 2 blokes were no longer around!
So that was when Chef made his way to the beach and Marco went off to drop the security vehicle etc
What an eventful day for Sunday no?
But if you think that was it, boy, have I got more to share with you in the next post because something happened to our recreation bloke later in the afternoon that actually topped this incident!