Bubu is the one with red roof. The only resort on the island (Perhentian Kecil) with 24 hours air-conditioning and water heaters. The rooms are ok. Simple but not shabby. Only drawback was the manager of the place, Eric, was as stuck-up as a peacock with cactus needle up its arse. We didn't like him one bit. He gave a lecture about the do's and don't's on the island upon our disembarkment from the boat. Italian Dad snorted in disdain. The girls and I detested his arrogance. But that was before we found out what a snivelling weasel Eric was. I would have given Dad a pat on the back if we knew.
post script: Culture shock. As we were nearing the shore, first human glimpse we had was this very tanned Mat Salleh lady sunbathing topless (facing up, mind you) bobbing with the waves on a pink floatie. I turned around and saw the entire boat crew (all local teenage boys) had eyes bugging out of their sockets.
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