On the morning of the 22nd September we got the the airport in Kuala Lumper to meet up with Alex and Adam to get the flight over to Perhentian Kecil. The flight to the where we caught the boat to the islands from is only 1 1.2 hrs so no sooner had we reached 30,000 ft we were decending again. From the airport to the boat we caught a bus. The boat over to the islands took around 1 hr also and was a very plesant ride (unlike the boat in Borneo!).

On arriving to the Perhentian Islands we were taken aback by how beautiful the islands & clear the water. We dropped others off at various other islands and made our way over to our Islands for which the beach we would stay is called Long Beach in some beach chalets called Panorama (not as boring as the programme I can assure you!) The boat moored up and we had to don our backpacks and wade to shore like you normally do on these type of islands, this was not a problem as the water was so clear & shallow with soft white sand.

I would bore you all with every detail of what we did on this "holiday from a holiday" but im sure you dont all want to hear about how we lazyed about on a pituresque tropical island for 1 week doing nothing but eating, drinking, sunbathing & swimming.

Having said that not the whole week was peaceful and relaxing! on our 3rd night in our chalet Rachel and myself had got ourselves ready for bed (aftersunned etc) and sunggled down for a cozy night under our mosquito nets at around 11pm having finished nearly a whole tub of Pringles between u, pay attention this is the vital part of the saga, we placed the almost empty Pringle tin on the floor next to the bin. 3 hrs later at 2am we where woken up with an almight bang, crash, wollop followed by what I can only decribe as a flaming polterguist zooming our Pringle tin around the room, back & forth, under our beds, into the bathroom and back out into the bedroom again before slamming into the wall and coming to a holt! By which point Rach had jumped into my bed almost on top of my with a death grip on my arm and shouted "RID! What the F**K is that" to which I thought 'Hang on a minute let me pull my thermal imaging, night visions goggles out from inbetween my bum cheeks and have a look for you' Of course whats not what I said, I said "I dont know but I know its the Pringle tin!" After a few minutes of us sat there wondering what to do as we heard the Pringle Tin occasionaly rattle and rustle Rach finally got up the courage to turn on the bath room light. There where two reasons for turning on the bathroom light 1) it was nearer than the bedroom light 2) it could be turned on with leaving the bed and even better with getting out from under the mozzie net!We couldnt see anything having turned the light on so we retrieved the Pringle Tin and put it out on the balconey for the rest of the night.

Similer senarios happened for the following two nights and on the forth night we let the Tin out on purpose this time in order to find out what/who this was disturbing our sleep but more importantly turning our nights into a scene from the Exorcist! We left the Pringle tin in the bin and went to bed, sure enough at dead on two o'clock the same thing happened again but we were quick to turn the bachroom light on this time, just in time to see a bloody great Rat scurry off with a few Pringles in its mouth into the bathroom. We dont know where it went as there were no real holes in there in which it could fit but it found a way somehow. The following night wedidnt have a Pringle Tin this time so the naughty little b***** saw fit to bite through my bag which was holding all my nailvarnishes, take out a nailvarnish of preferred color, scoot it into the bathroom and continue to t*** about with it! All this said it did prvide entertainment in retrospect and we even named him Roland.

After a fun filled week on Perhentain Kecil, Long Beach we made our way back to mainland Malaysia to get the plane back to Kuala Lumper felling relaxed, refreshed if not a little tired due to dear little Roland.