Chapter 11: (Days and) Nights in Paradise.

Nature Boy thanks you for not stepping on any corals, but reminds you to watch out for sea urchins.
Mai Tai for how much again? Gimme 1 more!
Tinman's Henna, which later on was destroyed by himself via scratching.
Iceban, prepared for any tanning occasions.
OMG, what's Snakey doing sia ? Damn suggestive man...
Photohunt, spot the extras in the picture.
Swinging Moments, Long Swinggggggggg


Not wanting to waste any of their glorious but limited time in Paradise, some of the Circle of Nine set out to do their activities, such as camwhoring, hoarding the swimming pool, tanning on the beach, sitting on the long swing (tied to a tree, btw.), getting henna tattoos etc etc.

In the day, Kingkong saw hot European females in bikinis, tanning on the beach. He began to keep diving downwards into the swimming pool to douse his flames each time he saw one. Just when he resurfaced for the nth time, he saw a topless, meaty girl tanning on the deck chair right next to the pool. He did not dive down ever again.

Tinman got his henna, Iceban got his tan, Ayekay got his Underwater World. The rest of the Circle of Nine should have gotten what they wanted as well, maybe except for Kingkong, who dreamt of meeting a hot and cute Japanese tourist and fall in love with her in Paradise.

Breakfast was intercontinental (with a lot of kampunghutflies) buffet but it was good, lunch was spent lazing around at a reggae hut where Snakey passed a small chilli to KingKong and told him it was a bean. No amount of ice cold mineral water could save KingKong at that moment in time. Throughout that spicy ordeal, Snakey kept laughing and sniggering.

Dinners were at the restaurant, or cheap places near Paradise. And Nights were spent playing games (a little drinking card game), where Snakey got pissed and slapped Kingkong's thigh because he could not comprehend what Tinman's action was. Oh and did i mention drinking cheap, distasteful red wine bought from a souvenir shop below the bungalow. (Tinman is a self styled Wine Connoisseur, who told Kingkong to look out for watermarks on the wine glass. Telltale signs that distinguish good and bad wine.)

Nights were a little creepy, with the occasional stray dog finding his way upstairs, the steep, uneven flight of steps, which were literally invisible at night, and Iceban dancing ballet to the tune of What If God Was One of Us. (yea, yea, God is good..) Really creepy.