Needed Full Time: A Cure for Boredom

Well, as Duty Instructor (unwillingly roped in I may be, and probably not prepared for this AT ALL), it is my Duty to stay in the DI Room, where, lo and behold, the computer lives. So it shan't be entirely boring. Not that I'm suggesting I want drama, even if an incident would be rather exciting (I am fully against accidents happening to participants, and can in no way be held liable if something actually befalls one of them).

Anyway, after what was a fairly boring week or so (no courses in, and with nothing to do, I was simply given last Tuesday off - my boredom scale hit so high, this was not exciting news) Wednesday kicked it up a notch. I joined a few instructors for some swimming times, delving into the realm of the sea and establishing that my breath control has improved muchly - to the point someone tried to rescue me from 'drowning' since I'd been under for so long. It didn't end well for him.

For the love of God, just watch it.

Thursday and Friday was kayak training: I had been roped into a kayak competition with Khaliq, due to the Pangkor Sea Festival that was going on, culminating in a death match on Saturday. By training, I mean we kayaked for a few minutes, than floated around - our training probably never totalled more than an hour, though I did finally swim to the Giraffe (I don't know the name for it, but I'd promised myself and so was pleased, despite being constantly blinded by waves and salt water attempting to choke me).
Honestly though, the best part of those days was the midnight viewing of The Avengers. IT WAS AWESOME. Despite being ludicrously cold (air-con, you plague me), and ridiculously late, the cinema was packed, and the reception justly deserved.

This is a terrible representation of us. 

Moving on from my comic geekiness, the competition itself ended in failure for us, though I blame this entirely on the fact that the Navy and the Police were our competitors. I feel they might have a slight edge over us, considering the only kayaking any OBer really does is teaching, followed by sitting on the motherboat/speedboat and laughing at the suffering participants (in your head, mind, out loud is just rude). Still, it was a sunny day filled with laughter, food and fun, and I was happily joined by Eleanor and Alison of Project Trust for the weekend.

This of course led to us trekking to Marina Island, and on to Pangkor for some much wanted sunbathing. Despite the beautiful weather, and fantastic scenery, our time there was cut short, just due to awkwardness and the stupidity of other beach goers. Oddly, 'Nice bum!' does not inspire most girls to talk to you. Especially not when you say it on repeat. It must be a thing, this repeating. Numerous times, I have discovered people have been calling me - by this, I mean perfect strangers - who apparently think that saying 'lady!' over and over again is going to catch my attention. Since my name isn't 'Lady' and I have no interest talking to creepy men with no teeth, strangely it doesn't.

Still, it has been a rather action packed week or so, which has sadly ended with me sniffling away, and snacking on some delicious raspberry chocolate, straight from the duty-free island of Langkawi - thank you Karl! - and I am deliriously excited for my adventure to Thailand, where I am off rock climbing and kayaking. 'Don't you do this at OB?' I hear you ask.

Yes I do. But apparently, I'm a sucker for it.

Emily