We crossed the brown concrete mock-wood bridge to reach the dining hall where the constant background noise of crockery and cutlery made breakfast conversation impossible. We had one more day to endure. Mrs M decided to skip the cheese and mustard, taking only slices of dry bread for the fish.
A nice lady provided a cup of something that tasted like mulled wine without the wine at the Spa while I waited for Mrs M’s toes to dry in the late afternoon. We then strolled to the village of Tekek for an early dinner which cost less than two bottles of water* at the Berjaya.
*One bottle = 9RM
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