Borneo Breakaway

Beer and food inside, I was looking forward to getting to the Bunga Raya Resort. I wasn't, however, looking forward to the journey across the sea to get to it and was slightly nervous about speeding off to a remote island nearly 20 minutes away in pitch black... but as it happens it was amazing – whizzing through the waves, alongside fantastic lush green islands (well, they probably we, I couldn’t tell as it was dark). A perfect way to arrive and we were met by practically all the staff that seemed to know our names already. I love it already!

A guy that reminds me of that little guy from Fantasy Island drives us around the resort in one of those electric buggy things, and we are shown to our marvellous room, complete with complimentary fruit and a couple of bottles of (rather expensive but tasty nevertheless as I found out later) wine.  I am definitely going to enjoy it here! 

And so I did - over the next days I do nothing more than sit on the beach, lie by the infinity pool, snorkel in the South China Sea and get tortured in the spa*. Bliss!

Against everything natural, we actually went to the gym too, which was probably the nicest gym you could imagine: you looked out over the beach and sea whilst peddling away on the exercise bike! I felt very virtuous – and I need to be doing a lot more feeling virtuous when I get back to the UK.

*I was sunburnt, and thought I'd booked a soothing chamomile massage, but as the sadist started on my legs, I notice that the chamomile lotion was very abrasive. Hmm – I mistook the treatment for a body scrub, which was probably the last thing I needed at the moment, as my skin was pretty tender. Legs done, he moves to my back and shoulders and as he rubbed the torture cream over my body I had to stifle a scream. Oh well I am sure that it will do my skin a world of good – no pain no gain, as they say.