5th July, 12.30pm
Fisherman's Village
"Look at the catch of the day. Those fresh fish!" Netishka squirmed in delight as she pointed to the bowls of fish placed at the counter. Bees and flies were swarming all over the fishes. We were at the Fisherman's Village. As we walked past the catch of the day, Netishka and I snapped lots of pictures. The fish placed right in front of us were going to be sold. There were prawns as well. After looking at the fish, we all took off our shoes and walked towards the beach. Ms Azzizah sat on the rocks and watched the scenery. For safety reasons, we were not allowed to venture near the seas. Some of us played with the soft sand, while some simply collected seashells. I took some time to enjoy the scenery and took some pictures. The feeling of sand under my feet was very comfortable. As the wind caressed against my face, I watch the boats bouncing on the surface of the water. I thought about the fun we had for the past days and my heart sank at the fact that I would be going back tomorrow. Then, I joined my friends to pick seashells...
Flies and bees were flying all over the catches of the day, pausing to land on them occassionally. Ewwwww! They were selling fishes, prawns, squid, prawns and chicken. This was the Fisherman's Village! I snapped a lot of pictures of the fish, sure that I would show them to my family! After we had seen the fish, we walked a short distance to the beach. When we reached there, we had to climb over a few rocks before we could reach the beach. I removed my shoes and stepped on the sand. It felt soft under my feet. I gazed out at the sea. The scenary was breathtaking. The calm blue sea seemed to stretch on forever so did the sky. The fluffy white clouds seemed like cotton candy. I always read descriptive compos and they always describe the scenary as for example "the fluffy white clouds seemed like cotton candy" and I always felt that they were exaggerating but now that I see this beautiful beach, I really believe it. I took out my camera and began snapping tons of photos. Satisfied that I had taken enough photos, I took out a plastic bag and began filling it with seashells...I sighed...I can't believe that I'll be going home tomorrow...I swallowed back tears...humming a happy tune as I continued to pick seashells...... By Klara
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Back to the past...
5th July 3.30pm
Songket Weaving
We stood and watched as the old malay man showed us Songket Weaving. "Who wants to try?" he asked. Nurafni raised her hand and stepped forward. She sat at a small stool and followed the instructions to weave. We watched as she weaved. Next, it was Fatima's turn to try her hands at weaving. After watching the weaving demonstration, we went up to the second level to purchase some batik and songket weaving goods. I did not want to buy anything so I stood aside and waited for my friends to make their purchases. With bags of goods in some of our hands, we left and went back to the bus...... By Wen Yu
I stood at a side watching a young lady do songket weaving. She stood up and said,"Who wants to try weaving?"A few of my friends raised their hands and took turns to try it. After a few of my friends tried it was my turn. OMG! It looked easy but it was so complicated! I really admire those so know how to make it! I sat down at the stool and followed the young woman's instructions carefully. I had to push a container of thread through some strings then pull it out, and use the wooden plank to tighten it by slamming it against it!!! There was a second level where they sold batik and sonket weaved stuff.I couldn't find anything to my liking so I didn't purchase anything. We headed back to the bus and back to the hotel...... By Klara
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