![]() ![]() ![]() There were tour groups of people pushing in line, shouting in Chinese/Japanese trying to communicate. We were on a time crunch – and just 40 minutes later we found ourselves dressed/cleaned at the ferry pier. We desperately ran along the sand to our taxi making a dash to our hotel to shower/pack/clean. I could even feel their little fins and smooth scales brush past my bare arm! This definitely was one of my favourite moments in Bintan! Our little adventure ended rapidly, as our little boat brought us back to shore. In just ablink of an eye I was surrounded by numerous species of fish differing in colors and size My young childish heart leaped at the sight of what I call “nemo fish” or clown fish swarming in their orange corals. Gripping like my life depended on the rail, I looked around to survey the misty green waters. The resistance increases with every movement you make, requiring 100x more effort than walking on land. Walking underwater was more difficult than I had imagined – nothing like swimming either. Just earlier this morning I was wading through the waters of Bintan Island carrying an oxygen tank and wearing a massive astronaut helmet. I leaned in against the weight of my luggage to take a break. My brain felt like a fog my feet jittery and worn out. I could hardly believe that I was standing in a middle of the Singapore Airport. ![]() The surroundings was all a blur to me – the colors, the people, the noise. ![]()
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