Part 6 (and final part) of a mini-series of my short getaway to Batam.

She woke me up around noon and I found out that we needed to rush about to follow our plan or make another tighter schedule with no buffer time. We did the latter, packed our things, left our room and got a cab at the lobby.

The ride was long and we were tired. So, we slept on the way.

When we reached Waterfront Cable Ski Park, we stumbled out of the cab, looked at the grey skies and inhaled a deep breath of air. It looked like it just rained.

I took in the view of the lake and was excited as well as nervous. I didn’t know how I would fare on the waters but I guess I had to try to find out. I had to start out with the kneeling board since I was a rookie and I let him go first.

He held onto the cable, the rotating hook came and—splash!—he hit the waters and lost his balance.

Oh dear, I thought. Would I end up like him? How humiliating. Not to mention there are quite a number of local spectators…

I held onto the cable, the rotating hook came and—splash!—I hit the waters and… started gliding over the waters. The elated feeling along with the wind in my face was a truly amazing experience. As the turn came and slowed down, the sudden jerk nearly pulled my shoulders out of their sockets. After completing more than one round, I could feel the strain on my arms as the aching feeling crept onto my body. I released the cable just as it was about to hit the third round and I slowly sank into the brown waters.

After another round, I decided to try progressing on to the standing board. (Seriously, the kneeling board was like, chicken feet.) Let me say that the standing board is way harder than the kneeling one. Way, way harder.

Whenever the cable pulled me up, I always end up face first into the water, not even moving three meters. It was exhausted and embarrassing and I felt like I could have done better. After an hour of trying to stand on the board, I decided to go back to the kneeling board since I could actually go rounds with that thing. On my final attempt at trying the cable ski, my posture was perfect and I managed to stand just a wee bit longer than a nano second before my face met the murky waters yet again.