Batam escape

We needed to take a break. We needed to go a place where we don't understand the language and the food. We needed to go to a place where NS and ERP makes no sense. We needed to go somewhere where the mention of roti prata and hainanese chicken rice will be responded with puzzled looks. We needed to get out of Singapore.But we were 2 yet rich people who had only S$200 each to spend. So we went to Batam. The place where food is cheap, transport is cheap, hotel is cheap, massage is cheap and ah peks are dicks... I can't think of anything that is expensive there.

We we're not rich yet, so we took the ferry instead of a private jet. Its quite a relaxing 45min ride less the cramp on the shoulder due to an unexplained weight acting on it.
Food was aplenty on the little island and because its cheap, everything taste good ! I mean seriously, the food is really good.

What can go wrong with A & W's root beer float eh! We're craving for it so much that we had to get a mug the moment we arrive at Batam centre.

One of the greater perks for me at batam is that I felt so much richer when i got my hands to the rupiahs. Ay, look at these, glorious monetary digits .Ah, and did i mention that shopping at batam meant scoring lots of cheap brand inspired products too?
The hospitality of the people of Batam was up most pleasing . Our taxi driver in this case, waited for us every time we alighted at our destination. His friendly gesture really beat alot of service personnel in Singapore hands down . How ever, it kind of brings the paranoia part of me out when strangers start doing such nice things to me. =s

This is my Godzilla sized Malay masseuse(p.s. the one on the left, although they both looked Godzilla size) who speaks in a weird attempting to seduce voice. Despite her failed attempt , i would say that she did a pretty good job during the 2 hours session. Whats more, I spent only a mere 22 bucks for the oil therapy massage. Ay, i felt like a slut for being so cheap~