#ocean

Last night, after dinner; I remembered I had to take my medication and realised that I forgot to bring it along for the trip. I straight away googled for pharmacies in Port Dickson. It was nearing to 9.00pm at that time. A couple of Health Lane Family pharmacies showed up. Called (telephone-d, rang) them up to check if they had the medication and what time were their closing hours. Jeannie and I went to the nearest location and got the stuff.

The rest of our evening was chill and relaxed. Which meant that the Batik Influencer and the Hatted Writer were in an air-con (short for air conditioner) room, relaxed but working. We (or at least I) hit the sack by midnight.

The next morning came…sort of sprung up rather quickly. Jeannie was out of the room already. She said she was going for a very early morning jog on the beach. Looking out the sealed window, the weather was beautiful. Bright, sunny, yet not scorching hot.

The view of the ocean was beautiful. The soft, light blue skies, filled with white-to-light-grey pillow like clouds; met the ocean right at the tip of the earth. This was as far as the eye could see. On the right, was Port Dickson harbour. There was a cargo ship, anchored near the wharf. Decorating the scenic view of the sky and the sea in the distant distance, were two other cargo ships on what looked like they were heading north.

Jeannie was back by 9.00am. We went down to the breakfast hall, which was already crowded with people. We found a nice place to sit. The breakfast offerings was a good choice, from nasi lemak, fried noodles, scrambled eggs, sausages, potatoes, cereal to honey dew and papaya. There was the usual coffee and tea and orange juice; that complimented the breakfast. We both, had a fairly light breakfast. The breakfast was good.

Of course, we were not in P.D. for eating, or at least; it wasn’t our main focus. It was the sea and the beach, feeling the ocean rush up to shore over our feet, bringing along with it, the fine sand. So, off we went.

*As I stood, watching Jeannie enjoying herself in the water, it was bringing up more and more sand with each wave that came in. My left foot in ankle-deep sand.*

*The Batik Influencer inspires the scenery to be beautiful. Yes, the one with the straw hat.*

*This picture is priceless. Jeannie, absolutely happy. It made me absolutely happy to see her happy. The simple moments in life.*

And the Olympic medal of the year goes to…the Batik Influencer.

Now, you know where the term, “beach bum” comes from. Camping on the beach. There were so many campers. They were having fun. “Aaah! This is the life”, you can imagine them think to themselves.

*A view of the hotel as we face the beach.*

The sun started to scorch at around 11.30am. It was also time for us to freshen up, pack and check out of the hotel.

We started our journey home at about noon. As we passed by the public area of the beach, it was crowded with happy people. The shops and stalls would be thriving in business. The weather looked as it was going to hold up for the rest of the day. This time, on our way out; we were conscious not to take “short cuts”. I generally knew my bearings and we were soon on the highway.

Traffic along the way was heavy, but moving at a fair pace. We got home at 2.00pm only to feel the heat from the sun, bearing down on us. One would think it is the same sun when we were in P. D., which seem to be more accommodating by not being so hot.

As we got our things from the car, into the house; we started talking about plans for our next P.D. trip. Before we could get into much serious conversation; we snoozed off.💤💤💤

Once we settled our things in our room at the hotel; we went to do what we came here to do in the first place: go to the beach. Walk in the sands and the water, as the ocean gushed in, bringing with it heaps of soft sand.

Jeannie wasted no time in gathering treasures from the beach, rocks of all forms, shapes and sizes. Wherever she goes, she must pick up bits and pieces of nature. She picked up large maple and other leaves, acorns on our trips to the U.S., Europe and Australia; shells of all shapes, sizes and colours from previous beach holidays. Today, it is rocks. She has a keen eye for the beauty of things that escape my attention.

*Here, the Batik Influencer is sporting a straw hat, something that she may incorporate in her fashion ideas perhaps?*

A little ball of green weed that fought to keep itself on the beach. With it each incoming wave of water from the ocean; it was getting to look more difficult. However, it fought gallantly even though the odds were stacked heavily against it.

Corus hotel is many years old, and it shows it. Our room is very comfortable, with two king size beds, good view of the ocean and full room amenities. There’s a swimming pool and and a games room for indoor games.

All these things that she picks up and wants to bring home with us. I say “No bringing any of this stuff back”. Somehow or another, I will find her new found treasures or collection in our house.

*Another nice pic. The setting sun bursting through the clouds, bouncing off onto the waters, creating flickering sparkles as the waves move.*

A postcard style picture of our hotel (yellow in colour). The hotel is many years old, and it shows it. Our room is very comfortable, with two king size beds, good view of the ocean and full room amenities. There’s a swimming pool and and a games room for indoor games.