Rain and Bedbugs
The morning began lazily, our departure delayed until nearly eleven.
The road wound past fishing hamlets where boats bobbed gently in
the tide, their colours bright against the grey sky. Yet the day was
anything but gentle. Rain swept in more than once, sudden and
heavy, forcing us to huddle beneath awnings and roadside shelters,
waiting for the downpour to ease.
By the time we reached Banting, we were drenched, our clothes
clinging, our energy spent. With rain pouring down, we had little
choice but to accept the first budget lodging we found. Relief was
short-lived. As night fell, we discovered the room alive with bedbugs,
their presence turning rest into discomfort.