Budgey Smugglers and Salt water crocs
Trip Start Nov 17, 2012
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So in our new apartment the first night I spent ages walking around the carpark looking for the swimming pool.... Waling around in my bikini and towel, feeling like I was in a horror movie, pacing around the deserted smelly carpark. I finally found the beautiful swimming pool and state of the art gym - Not! I had a little go on my squeaky rusty gym and turned to look at the pool. The changing room doors were open to show a snippit of the dark room and a drip drip dripping could be heard from inside. The pool was deep and dark and with the bad light of the room the water looked murkey. I didn't go in for two reasons :
a) it looked like the home of a salt water crocodile
b) There was a high possibility that there was a madman who had seen me in the carpark who was now waiting for me in the sauna
But then when potato came home, we went in together, me, him and his tiny pants. What is it with Europeans and their budgie smugglers. It's a good job I hadn't seen them before, they could have been a deal breaker. I have only seen them look good once and that was on David Beckham. Now my new fella was a very good looking lad, but that sight was still cringey!
Forgetting about the pants, saltwater crocodiles and carpark mad men, we slipped into the jaccuzzi. It did not look nice, smell nice and was only luke warm. But I closed my eyes and it was bearable. As apprehensive as I was to try the jaccuzzi, I nodded and followed Potatoe in.
What turned out to be lurking in the sauna was in fact a cockroach...not a mad man! Either way that was enough for me to decide that pool fun time was over.
Aparently taking it on myself to introduce a new english tradition (often revolving around food), the next day I try to bring the house together by cooking pancakes on pancake day. Unfortunatley the malaysians opt out of the experience as they overheard Amelia, saying the pan that we were making them in smelt like fish and therefore we were making fish pancakes (A comment which i deleted from my mind immediatley) and the chinese guy...Nick, (though we doubt that is really his name) walked in mid pancake munch and declined my invitation to join us. I explained the story of pancake day.. 'dating back to biblical times, shrove tuesday, the day before lent, when everyone had to use up all off their leftover food before fasting commenced on lent the following day all made giant pancakes...well prehaps not pancakes, perhaps not giant anythings, but definetly eggs...and flour. And as years went on and the nations sweet tooth grew, england ate pancakes every shrove tuesday, without really having any idea why.
So that's me for now, Mr and Mrs Potato, a not so luxury swimming pool in a not so luxury but clean(ish) apartment and a new household. Whilst there shan't be any account of jungles, kangaroos or roadtrips just yet. I'm sure there'll be some tales of the Italian, english, Malay and Chinese household and the odd weekend adventure..