Radang, Malaysia Day 14: Yes - We Have No Bananas

Christian arose before the sun to hit the beach, MegaCam in hand, and capture the sunrise. I stayed in bed. We met the family and had a leisurely breakfast in the buffet area upstairs, then visited the recreation centre to plan the activities of the day. They had many; archary, jungle walk, massage, scuba diving. We all decided to do the fishing trip at 6 in the evening. Christian and I were concerned about my toe, so we visited the resort doctor, who advised us that there was no way I could possibly come to the beach and not get my toe wet, so he suggested I enjoy myself in the knowledge that it will probably be fine. For some reason, the nail appeared to be re-fusing to my toe. Hence, we jumped straight into the aquamarine water of the South China Sea, which was incredibly warm and relaxing, for a half hour frolic. That was all our skin could take, and we returned to the room, where I was struck with a mega headache. It was so bad that we stayed in the room, curtains closed, till lunch, where we met Ricardo's parents and enjoyed posh lunch in the ala carte restaurant. I had an enormous sea bass that was literally just plucked from the sea. It was one of the most expensive things on the menu, but it was still only 5 pounds. Incredible. Richard ordered a banana split, which Christian had never tried before, so he got really excited about trying it as well. Then the waiter came out and said "there is no more banana sundaes". What? We vehemently gesticulated to Richards lovely concoction before him. "No more bananas" the waiter added. No more bananas? We are on a tropical island and they’ve run out of bananas, of all things. How, did the ever present monkees that we have yet to see liberate them? No problem, we asked for a banana split, sans bananas.
After lunch, we grabbed some drinks from the More More Tea Inn beverage center (named after the Inn in the Hong Kong movie Summer Holiday, which was filmed here and thus played 24 hours a day on channel 7).
We then returned to the room. My headache was so severe we missed our 2:30 snorkeling appointment. I was incredibly disappointed but we consoled ourselves with the fact that we were to have an incredible fishing trip that evening. Until at 5:30 then we received a call from the Recreation Centre saying our trip was cancelled due to "Inclement weather". We advised Ric, who addressed it with management in such a way that we received a limitless dinner in the ala carte restaurant and free drinks at the bar.
But first, we decided to go back in the water, even though the red flag was flying, since there was only a meagre gale, hardly a zephor. Only Christian, me, Ricardo and Christine went in, and we had a blast dodging the breaking waves. We were standing very near a gaggle of Malaysian muslim women, wearing long sleeved shirts and trousers, and one of them, charmingly in gloves as well.
All 6 of us met for dinner and feasted from the sumptuous menu, enjoying drinks and cuisine we wouldn’t ordinarily pay for. In fact, Ric ordered 4 main courses alone. And everyone had a banana split, this time, with the previously absent bananas. We eventually left the table when we were fully sated. Our feet were under constant attack by a barrage of mosquitoes, and no number of citronella candles placed under the table seemed to have any effect. And as pleasant as each meal is, one must keep constant attention or else any one of the many flies wandering about will land on your food.
Afterwords, we went to our reserved table on the beach bar, where we enjoyed interesting and expensive cocktails, courtesy of the management. Mine was in a hollowed out papaya. There was a group of girls onstage singing a variety of popular western hits, all well known, romantic, and incredibly boring. That is why when I submitted my request, Money Money Money by ABBA, they ignored all the previous requests and went straight to that right away, although they did a whole ABBA Compilation. That was their last song before break, so everyone else who had made a request can go suck an egg.
By this time it was quite late. We borrowed a pc in the headoffice so that we could book the next two nights at the Boulevard, and returned to our room to spend our final night in paradise.