After a very “fruitful” night, Peter and I woke up early the following morning feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. As we had our breakfast cooked, we headed straight to the beach hoping that Peter could catch some waves and get to surf. As for me, my body still shivers at the thought of being out there in the open sea so I opted to just body board for a little while and just watch Peter from afar. The current was so strong that in just seconds of being in the water, it immediately dragged Peter at the far left side of the sea. Scary!
Even Sam got alarmed with Peter being so far out there… But the moment Peter went back to the beach, exhausted and out of breathe, Sam relaxed and started minding his own business.
Then it was time for me to play a little. But since the waves were so strong, I think I only stayed for a couple of minutes. I found my body shaking in terror and I just couldn’t take it. Tsk, tsk, tsk… I guess I still am traumatized for getting drowned last December. Sigh.