Life in the slow, slow lane. I'm surprised there is no beer anywhere in this photo.
Now here's a life I could get used to. Other that a nauseous three-hour tour across bumpy seas to get to the island in the first place, Tioman Island was absolutely paradise. We arrived pale and seasick after spending a night in the quiet Malaysian town of Mersing. Everyone who stops over in Mersing is usually waiting for a bus out of there or a ferry to Tioman, because it's otherwise not a destination for really anything at all. But the locals were really friendly and we played some cards to pass the day before our early-morning journey to Tioman the following day. On the island we went snorkeling, did jungle trekking and passed the nights away with the company of the Air Batang villagers and the local (and only) bar that was open on the island. Phil, Jacob and I shared a wonderful chalet right on the beach (the picture of me below was taken by Jacob from the patio of our hut) for about $30 CDN/night for all three of us. I can't really do the experience justice with words (and a limited time frame in this Kuala Lumpur internet cafe) so I'll post some pictures for now and append to the story in a few hours. For now, feast your eyes on the magic of Tioman Island, and go if you ever get a chance.
Tioman Island is considered by some to be one of the top ten most beautiful islands in the world.
This is the view from our hut chalet in Air Batang (ABC) village 
This is the view from near Monkey Beach on Tioman Island
With free roaming monitor lizards, Tioman is its own little Lost World
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