This was no honeymoon. We were not exactly a couple! Why? Because until lunchtime that first day, we had never actually met. We were two strangers brought together by some random cyber messaging systems. Who would dare hop into bed with an almost total stranger? Talk of myself first being checked out by mom and dad had been negotiated out of the window [thanks to some good advice from my pals Peter and Cynthia in Melbourne]. Yes, we were on our own out there. at this resort, miles from anywhere...in Samar. Yes, there was a tv in the room and an aircon, and the double bed had just a thin white sheet for cover. the climate is perpetually tropical there. But, it was a big success. We were able to talk endlessly. And I happened to have a long biography of the American writer Scott Fitzgerald and his wife Zelda. A big fat book smnapped up at Sydney Airport on the way through. In which Ai kindly agreed to read some pages in turns with me, or latterly permit me to read them to her!..... Scott and Zelda were brilliant young things, but their lives failed to fulfil the early promise and both died relatively young. Scott drank himself to death and Zelda perished in a fire in a US mental hospital where she was receiving voluntary treatment. the door of her room was locked for the night when a fire broke out. Apart from that, we splashed around in the crystal clear sea, had a long ride in a fishing boat, and took a bus to a neighbouring baringgay. A small village, approached on foot, with a small trading stall whare Ai purchased a hair grip. - Notably, she was wearing those trendy white long pants. But they had the effect of showing the panty line through the fabric! - Simple things please simple minds....
.... which resulted in my suggestion to Ai, that if it would please her parents, i had brought a kinda standby engagement ring from Kleins the jewellers at Werribee plaza Shopping Centre...... And Ai liked the idea! From then on, it was all downhill!
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