New Years on Sabang

On the weekend of New Years Jo, Me, Nerys, Remko and Erica went back to Sabang for some chill out time.
I stayed in a slightly better Bungalow than my last visit (Although Jo was adamant that it was merely a hut “Bungalows don’t go on stilts!”). It got me thinking about how much else has changed since last time I was here, only 2 months ago. When I came here last time I had no ties, my life in a backpack. Now I’m back with a job, friends.

On New Year’s Eve I thought aloud, “What did I do to get this lucky.”
“Well it certainly wasn’t dancing like a crazy monkey.” replied Jo, charmingly, as usual.
I’m not quite sure I agree with her.

New Year’s Eve was cool. There were a big group of people on the beach, a couple of cafes playing music and people dancing. Oh how we danced.
Turning down a joint from someone who worked in the UN was also an amusing note.
Remko brought some fireworks, however the small spinning one weren’t that impressive … until he emptied the box of 100 of them into a big flaming pile!

All and all it was a intense weekend off, mainly spent reading, snorkeling, eating BBQ fish and napping.

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