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Letter to Cynthia: Quite an Interesting Weekend

How was your weekend?  Mine was kind of interesting.  You shall see.   Well, my weekend started on Friday night.  For the past one week, I have had a car shared with those who stayed in the new hotel.  Believe me, I don’t quite like driving in Mauritius.  The traffic was so chaotic.  Cars, motorcycles, cyclist, and pedestrians can just come out from anywhere.  Besides, the roads are very bumpy.  In short, driving here can be quite tiring.

Anyway, back to Friday.  I have to pass the car key back to the owner and I can only collect my weekend car (2 managers per car during weekend) at the hotel.  Wee Leoung has returned to Malaysia for good.  Hence, only left myself, Chun Keat (the new KL analyst, 27 years old guy) and Denis from Philippine (34 years old guy).  We kind of click really well.  Rabin, an Indian from Malaysia (28 years old guy) wanted to join us to have dinner at Port Louis (the capital halfway between the client place, Curepipe, and where the rest are staying, Grande Baie).  Absolutely no problem.  To paint you a better picture, Rabin is a social animal.  He has a certain charm and definitely he had plenty of girlfriends before.  Besides, he is real rich (driving 2 cars back in KL and his dad takes helicopter to work).  Denis and Rabin click really well.

Anyway, we had a dinner somewhere and went over another place to have beer.  Well, the purpose is that having drinks at the bar is expensive (relatively, but still cheaper than in Singapore) and we have discovered a real cheap place to have beer.  Some more, you can sit by the port and have some decent quiet and dark place to drink and chat.  The idea was that each of us would buy one round of beer.  Ideally, we would have four rounds of beer before heading to Grande Baie.  As expected, Chun Keat was the one who stopped at the 3 rd round.  Actually my tolerant level has gone up somewhat.  Usually after 2 cans of beer, I am kind of pass out.  The topics we have covered were not surprisingly – sex.  In fact, it was Rabin and Denis who have contributed the most.  They were the real bad guy trying to talk Chun Keat into getting laid on Friday night.  I kind of played along but knowing that Chun Keat has a girlfriend back home (he told us that she was only a half-half girlfriend), I told him not to listen to them when they had their bathroom break.  Why half-half, well, I think he has committed 100% when the girl only commits 50%.

We were supposed to check out a new place called “Star Dance” at 10pm meeting up those guys and ladies in Grande Baie.  At 10pm, we were still at Port Louis.  All of us (except Rabin who lives up North) had a shower and off we went.  Rabin drove because I trust him.  3 cans of beer means nothing to him.  By the time we reached Grande Baie, it was about 11pm.  The plan was we shall have another round of drink (he got whisky) at his place and he needed to take a shower too.

Oh, while we were in Port Louis, Catherine (our project EA as well as Meng Kiong, my supervisor’s wife) called me telling me that Tina (Michel Borst’s wife) preferred to go to Banana cafe.  That was fine with me.  By the time we arrived at Grande Baie (2 hrs late), I couldn’t find anyone in Banana cafe.  Coincidentally, while I was on my way back to the car (I got down while others remained in the car), Meng Kiong drove past me.  Catherine told me that she called it a night.  However, the rest of the gang was coming over to Banana cafe as the crowd there was too ‘local’.  Fine with us.  Soon, Tina, Michel Borst, and Sharon (the Malaysia analyst) has arrived and Tina bought us the first round of Tequila.

After midnight, we entered into the disco.  The dance floor was pretty empty and we started the dance together.  Michel then bought me another beer.  Though I could drink a few more glasses.  I stopped there.  Only use that bottle of beer that Michel bought in quenching my thirst throughout the night.

The music was kind of techno in the beginning.  I am fine with Techno.  In fact, I begin to like techno.  Soon, Barbara (the Filipino), Geoffrey (the American) and Helen (the Australian) all arrived.  The party got a lot hotter.  The music also changed into quite pop (like having “It’s My Life”).  All the gang were so amazed that I danced all the way till 3am non-stop.  Even when they all rested and I danced all alone.  They thought that was weird.  To me, it is just the music and my move and nothing else.  Doesn’t matter whether they are there or not.

Plan A was to let Chun Keat to drive the three of us home.  I thought he had more drink than he could handle so I didn’t think it would be a good idea.  Plan B was to let Denis drive but by the time he got to the back seat, he fell asleep.  Rabin doesn’t live with us in the hotel and hence, I have to drive.  Surprisingly, I could drive OK.  I mean really OK.  The conclusion is that the alcohol kind of pass my system after 3 hrs of exercise and I am hyper active.

Took everyone back home safe and woke up at 11.30am the next day.

As you can see, Saturday was half gone the moment I woke up.  The plan was that three of us tour around Mauritius during the day time but Denis was having a hangover (that makes me think twice about his tolerance level).  So Chun Keat and I ended up shopping around Port Louis while Denis has his good rest.  Come to think of it, Saturday is the only time I can really shop around in Port Louis as the shops close after 6pm during week day and only open on Saturday.  What a country!  I tried to buy something special for you but the things here are not that special.  Don’t think you are really into sea shells.  And besides, the price is really steep.  In the end, I bought a frig magnet instead.  Hope you like it.

At 4pm, as planned, 3 of us left the hotel and headed towards Grande Baie.  The plan was to go to the supermarket and to buy some beers and wines for the house warming party.  Others cooked.  The party was at 5pm but I suggested we going to a beach nearby to watch the sunset.  Hence, 3 of us went to a beach, watched the sunset with a can of beer each.  That’s life.

The house that Kelvin (Singapore manager) and John (Singapore consultant) rented is really out of the way.  But it is real big.  I mean gigantic in my standard.  (Talk to myself: don’t get jealous, don’t get jealous).

In the party, everyone turned up.  Ron (Singapore consultant) brought along his wife and son and guess what, the host of the party put on America Pie (VCD).  The video is about sex and so on and we have a kid under the same roof!  Gosh!

After the party was ended, we returned to the hotel with one additional passenger, Sharon.  She has decided to move to our hotel.  Oh no!

Sunday is the Lord’s day of course.  9.30am, me and Denis left the hotel (oh, by the way, we had sparkling wine to go along with our breakfast) and reached the church just before 10am.  Barbara (just moved to Grande Baie) came with Jon Antony (Singapore senior manager) late.  In fact, I brought along my guitar thinking that we may practice some hymns at the end of the Mass.  Christine (Australian woman) forgot to bring along the book so we were ‘glad’ and left the church at about 11pm.

Barbara, Denis and myself wanted to have our lunch then but the restaurant was not opened yet.  You see, three of us always have lunch together after Mass.  It is a Catholic kind of thing.  So we visited some shops that opened in the morning to kill some time.

When we finished our lunch, Denis wanted to go home and work.  So I traveled all the way back to the hotel to drop him off (that was when you called me) and Chun Keat changed his mind and decided to follow me for an adventure.

We then drove to the North East side of Mauritius.  The weekend kind of fine until here.  You shall see why.  Get prepared.  Bear in mind that I am safe and sound now in the hotel room.

After going through all the not so interesting villages, we have reached the east coast and decided to go for coastal drive.  At the first beach we have reached, we got off the car.  In fact, I didn’t feel safe at that beach but Chun Keat really needed to pee.  There wasn’t any toilet so he decided to walk to somewhere secluded.

We got off the car and I managed to take some photos near the beach.  I swear I saw two guys followed him into the small road and I wasn’t brave enough to enter the wood with him.  And at the same kind, there was an Indian cutting into my path while I was making my way to the car.  He spoke with me in English but I acted mute.  I didn’t reply and pointed here and there.  He was confused and I took the chance to step to the car and opened the door.  He did not try to get in but he was touching my car here and there.  While I was inside the car, I saw Chun Keat came out of the wood stared at my direction and disappeared to the bushes again.  I gathered he had not peed yet.

In the end, the guy told me that he wanted money.  So I pulled out some coins, opened my car window just enough to pass the coins over.  I tried to wait for a while but there was a group of local cyclists coming to my direction.  The last thing I wanted to have a group of 10 people stop my car in this neighborhood.   So I made a decision to drive off so as not to get myself stuck.  They tried to follow but gave up after a few corners.  I timed myself and made a u-turn.  Just in time to see Chun Keat emerged from the bushes.  I horned and he came running at the car.  I picked him up, made a u-turn (dead end in front) and drove off at record speed.

And that was our little adventure.  In the end, we got home safe.  Once again, thanks God.

Well, we did manage to see some beaches but I think I can classify the beaches in Mauritius in two types.  The one with big waves and the one without.

Okay, at least I now kind of know where are the not so safe area.

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Holding Onto the Past

First day of holiday, woke up at half past eight.  Kind of a record.  Couldn’t get hot water from the hot water tap hence called the reception.  Apparently the lady didn’t understand English that well and thought I wanted breakfast instead.  What a joke!  Luckily, the “manager” (owner) was there and he asked me to try the cold water tape and it worked!

Very French breakfast and I headed for the Tourist Information.  Not much help in there and the conclusion is that you really need a car to get by.  So, with my camera, I walked towards the beach area.  The sky was still quite cloudy and therefore I couldn’t get any decent picture at all.  What a shame.  I walked along the coast watching lovers and families walking passed me.  What a shit feeling.  And I remember those good old days back in North Whales (apparently quite the same month) two years ago.  In my shabby Cherry, but it ran!  And JP. She was with me. When we were at the Caravan Site, one day we took a walk along the beach.  She was so beautiful and we picked up shells.  What a loving scene.  And it is so hard to forget!  I can’t get over this.  No, I can’t.  I keep asking myself to be strong and just have to accept that this is reality and it is over.

And we took a lot of good pictures at the beach.  She knew I love the beach.  I always do.  Watching the waving coming towards you really makes your heart flies!  At least mine does.  Always does.  Too much feeling.  Too intense.

And I climbed (back to Deauville) over some rocks, stuck my shoes into a pool of mud once.  Jumping over large big rocks.  That made me feel as though life is sometimes up and down and somehow or another, you will come across some very difficult situation.

I reached another town, feeling kind of hungry.  Therefore I walked into an Italian Restaurant.  Ordered a cheese and tomato as starter, spaghetti as main course, red wine and coffee.  The lady was very sweet so I left ten franc as tips.  The music was good and I asked them what it was.  They showed me the casing and it read, Neil Young – Harvest.  I am going to get that album.

And I walked all the way back to Deauville.  Too many flashbacks.  I kept on thinking of JP and all the “Could Have”.  All the history with no future.  She has changed so much.  Maybe I have changed as well.  What can I do?  Precisely.  Annie said time heals.  But I feel as though it hurts deeper and deeper each day.  Why?  I thought of phoning her just to ask how has she been but then I was afraid that she would not be at home.  She never does.

I planed for an afternoon nap (with Mylene Farmer’s music on) but it turned out to be a three hours long sleep.  And I swear I dreamt of JP again.  No, No, No.  Please. Somebody help me!

Worst of all, the mail server stopped responding.  It is just too sad in here.  I want to go back to Paris!  I want to watch a show instead of “enjoying” the loneliness all by myself.  Too much for me to bear and what have I done to deserve this?

I kept saying “I love you”.  But why?  So very confusing.  Part of my heart really hope that we can get back together.  After all, I still hope that she will regret and come back to me.  It is so easy to say but so hard to do.  Part of me knows that she is not the one for me.  And I am so lost, so lost and so lost.  I really have no aim no more.

I imagine that one day she will approach me with all the hi how are you.  Beautiful sweet smile in her best dress.  And she will ask me to transfer my name of the HDB application to her fiancé.  I will do it.  Anything for her but can I do it now instead of letting this haunting me all the time?

(After a diner at yet another Italian Restaurant)

Okay, I have thought about this.  At first, I was physically attracted (she was so feminine) and mentally (she seemed to understand me) attracted to her.  But as time goes by, she no longer satisfied my inner desire, the desire to be understood and to be cared for.  That, is replaced by history for I always hold on to the past.  That is it.