What I do in Mallorca

I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to blog from Mallorca but it appears that I’m able to. The wifi is good and I have pockets of free alone time, which is when everyone’s at the beach. Except me.

I’m in Cala d’Or, Mallorca, for a 9-day holiday with Piers and his family. We’re staying in a villa just a minute’s walk away from the beach, and the family’s plan is to practically live on the beach the whole time.

 

Beach

 

My plan is to not live on the beach. I’m quite happy to lounge around in the airy villa all day, enjoying the full protection of a sturdy roof.

 

Villa

 

I did go to the beach in the morning. There was a section of shade I could hide under because the sun was still low and hiding behind a line of trees.

 

Sheylara

 

But, eventually, the sun got me and there was no hiding. So I got up and built little Emma a sand throne. At least, that was what I set out to do before Piers decided to help by turning it into a sand race car.

 

image

 

Emma got into it and was quite happy with it for a bit, but then half destroyed it when she tried crawling out via the hood.

By the way, if my photos and drawings are extra crappy, it’s because I didn’t bring my laptop and am blogging from my iPad.

Anyway, one morning of sun, sand and sea was quite enough for me, and I came back to the villa while the others stayed to enjoy the beach all day.

 

Sheylara

 

That’s all I’m going to say today! It’s taken me three hours to produce this silly post, mainly because I’ve got a stupid long-winded process to get photos onto my iPad and then into the blog.

Oh, Piers just came back to the villa and he’s gone all red, lol. He won’t admit it, though (he claims it’s a nice brown) so here’s a photo of His Redness.

 

Piers

 

Heh.

Strange, funny things in the UK — #1

When I came to live in the UK more than two years ago, there were many things I had to adapt to. Some things are relatively easy, such as using a knife and fork for eating everything (even spaghetti).

But some things are not so easy. Some things are strange. And some are amusing. This is the first part of my long list of those things.

 

1. Saying “trousers” instead of “pants”

 

I’m not unfamiliar with the word “trousers”. I learnt it in school when I was a kid, since Singapore uses British English. But, thanks to the influence of American media, most Singaporeans say “pants”.

I have always associated the word “trousers” with old men because only my dad used that word when I was growing up (he was schooled as a kid by British teachers when Singapore was still a British colony) and he was the only person in the family to actually wear trousers. So, after more than two years in England, I still have trouble saying “trousers” without thinking old men attire.

Also, I had to learn the hard way that “pants” means “underwear” in the UK.

 

I don't like wearing pants!

 

2. People going mad when the sun comes out

 

Yes, the Brits go apeshit crazy when the sun comes out, understandably so since they have, like, maybe 20 sunny days in a year. But I still get amused and amazed by it.

When the sun is out, everyone goes to the beach, whether it’s a work day or a weekend, morning, afternoon, or night. It’s scary how the beach gets swallowed whole by people in the blink of an eye.

It’s something I can’t relate to because we get too much sun in Singapore so my modus operandi is to avoid it as much as I can.

 

UK beach comic

 

3. Signing off with “x”

 

I was confused at first when I started receiving e-mails and texts that signed off this way:

“Bye! Sue x”

“See you tomorrow! Jane x”

I wondered why everyone’s last name was x.

And then I was told that x means kiss and it’s just a friendly way to sign off. And people use more x’s if they like you a lot or are feeling particularly excited.

I’ve tried to adopt this habit in order not to be rude and have people think that I don’t like them, but I keep forgetting to do it because it’s very strange for me to virtual kiss anyone who is not my partner or close girl friend!

 

To x or not to x

 

4. Shops closing at 5 pm

 

This I find most inconvenient. I am used to shopping up till 10 pm in Singapore. I guess it has to do with labour laws here seeking to protect all residents equally. But I wonder how anyone gets any shopping done when all the shops close the moment they get off work.

It’s worse on Sundays, when supermarkets close at 4 pm so that employees can go home and enjoy some family time. I mean, I feel happy for people in the retail industry, I honestly do. But it’s just difficult to get used to it.

Just last week, on a Sunday evening, I suggested to Piers that we should go to Tesco because I want to buy some frozen fruit to make smoothies.

For the nth time, he looked at me quizzically and said, “Tesco is closed, dear.”

It took me a few seconds to remember (yet again) that he’s right.

 

TESCO, Y U NO OPEN

 

5. Cars stopping for me

 

Now, this is a good thing. The British are a very gracious and polite people and I love that.

When I stop at a road to cross, a car coming my way will (8 out of 10 times) stop to let me cross. And I’m talking about a regular road without a traffic light or zebra crossing.

This is very strange because I grew up in a country where cars are king and pedestrians must bow to them and not look them in the eye. Which I think is fine because Singaporeans get taxed a serious shitload of money to drive cars, so they understandably get very possessive over roads.

So, in England, I feel bad whenever drivers stop for me because I feel that it’s easier for humans to stop than for cars to stop (especially manual cars) and they use up more petrol when they stop and start again.

While their stopping for me makes me feel very warm and appreciative, I just can’t get used to it!

 

Stopping cars

 

That’s all for today. I’ll continue with my list when I feel like drawing more cartoons. Drawing is hard work, you know!

In the meantime, if you’re also a foreigner or immigrant here, feel free to share your stories. I will use them in subsequent posts and credit you if they’re not already on my list.

Cheers!

Going to the beach for love

Now that the summer sun has finally decided to show up in the UK, I have to knuckle down and do my girlfriendly duty once again.

 

Hmm hmm hmmm...

 

Yes, I have to go to the beach with Piers so he can indulge his sun-deprived body.

I don’t like sunshine, so being anywhere in direct exposure of sunlight is not my idea of nice. But Piers needs his sun, so we meet halfway. Instead of lying on the beach all day half naked and cultivating skin cancer, we just go for walks.

 

Not very nice beach

 

After about an hour of walking along the beachfront, we stopped at a quiet part of the beach where the sand is not so nice (we both prefer solitude to nice sand) for him to dip his feet in the icy cold water.

(Does anyone know why seawater is freezing cold even in hot summer?)

 

Bournemouth Beach

 

I took loads of photos of him before he realised it because we were quite far from each other and he probably thought I was taking photos of seagulls or something, lol.

 

Unsuspecting Piers

 

Bournemouth Beach

 

When he finally realised, he came charging back, confiscated my camera and sent me packing to the sea.

 

Knowing Sheylara

 

Knowing Sheylara

 

Unsuspecting seagull

 

It was quite nice, overall, although it was really very hot. I really don’t understand why people like to lie in the sun to be barbequed alive.

On the way home, I took some “miniature” shots. I’m totally amused by the miniature function on my camera but there weren’t many good subjects with clear shots at the beach so I didn’t get very good pictures.

 

Little car and wheelie bin

 

Little car and wheelie bin

 

Well, yesterday’s excursion at the beach was a kind of warm up, really. We’re going to Mallorca again in September, and going to a resort island does mean we have to lie in the beach all day etc. I’m preparing myself to be burnt to a crisp.

Hooray.