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Monday Morning Matters: Our honeymoon in Paradise

Hello everyone and a very happy Monday to you all!

I wanted to do something a bit different today and I’ve handed over the blog to my husband Wayne for a guest post! I was going to write one myself but Wayne had already written a post for Victoria Marie over at This Is The Life so I thought, why reinvent the wheel? Plus his post is brilliant (despite me being biased!) and I would love to share it.

Here is Wayne’s review of our amazing honeymoon to Kuala Lumpur and Pangkor Laut in Malaysia with some of our photos. I hope you enjoy it:

Pangkor Laut sea villas

The only time I had known someone win a holiday was Rodney Trotter in Only Fools and Horses. And even then he had to pretend to be a teenager in order to claim the prize.  A similar height to television’s favourite plonker, I wondered if I would be forced to also claim to be a 15-year-old when my now wife, Kate, won us a honeymoon to Malaysia in Brides Magazine thanks to Turquoise Holidays.

This was a competition not won by Mr and Mrs Made-up of London or by the editor’s daughter, but by us, Wayne and Kate, two sport journalists from East Yorkshire. The bounty? Ten days in Malaysia, spread across three in Kuala Lumpur and seven on the private island resort of Pangkor Laut. The flights were thrown in by Emirates and all our food was too.  Cushty! But surely they would want something in return? Shots of my milk-white body on the beach for the next issue? On second thoughts…

So off we went, wondering when the first sighting of Beadle would be to send us back down to earth with a bump. First up was check-in at Heathrow. No problems, have a nice flight. So we were definitely going at the very least. I will not bore veteran fliers about the quality of Emirates, but as someone who had previously counted Greece as long haul, I was amazed.

The Petronas Towers, Kuala Lumpur

And so Malaysia (via a quick pit stop in Dubai). Our prep notes said a driver would be waiting for us, but in amongst the throng there was no sign being held for ‘Miss Kate’ or ‘Mr Wayne’. “I told you it was a hoax, I told you, this was too good too be true,” I said. Danger was soon averted, though, as we were in the wrong spot, and were quickly found and packed onto a train to the central station, where a car was waiting to take us to the Majestic Hotel – one of KL’s most famous spots.

Built in 1932, the Majestic was the go to place in the city in its day – classic white columns and marble halls making it a stand-out and a hive for visiting dignitaries. The owners took their eye off the ball, though, and competition not only caught up but passed. The hotel closed in 1984 and became the National Art Gallery, before reopening as the Majestic in 1998. The new owners, YTL, have tried to incorporate the old with the new, and the place does have a feeling of grandeur about it – possibly to the point where as a travelling Yorkshireman I felt a little out of place.

In total we had two nights in a Junior Suite – which would cost anywhere between £240 and £400 over the counter – and an hour-long spa treatment thrown in to take our minds off where the sting in the tail was going to come from! We had breakfast at the hotel on all of the days which was, for want of a better word, fine. Corned beef hash might be a winter warmer in the UK, but it’s a breakfast delicacy in Malaysia! Again, though, it was difficult to feel comfortable in the regal surroundings. We were on holiday, so shorts and t-shirts were abound, but I did feel a little as though I should be in a jacket and tie – the Prime Minister even popped in on one night.

I found the city to be very business like, although mixed in with the suits and cufflinks was a pretty unsavoury underbelly, with lots of dirt and dust and shady-looking characters on street corners. It was an eclectic mix with no real middle ground. I loved the China Town market which was amazing. I felt in my element amidst all the bargain-price football shirts and sunglasses and revelled in bartering with the local traders. In terms of eating on the streets, we were a little bit rabbit-in-the-headlights when it came to dinner and ended up doing out money in a mutton-dressed-as-lamb spot called Sesai. It only cost us roughly £10 each in English coin, but we felt oddly mugged. We could have eaten in China Town for 80p and I would advise anyone heading to KL to do the same.

After our first two nights in KL (the third was tagged at the end for logistical reasons) we were driven to the coast and given a 4G router (I’m looking at you, UK) to help keep us company. We reached the marina – oddly close to a huge Tesco – and were then whizzed to Pangkor Laut on a speedboat. The island goes under the banner of ‘One Island, One Resort’ and is a 230-acre site, pointed entirely towards holiday luxury. There are seven restaurants, a fitness suite, four acres of spa, a private beach, pool and three sites of accommodation; the sea villas, spa villas and jungle villas. We had the letters VIP stamped next to our name and were in the biggest of the sea villas, bested only by the Pavarotti suite, named after the resort’s famous fan.

Upon arrival it quickly felt as though my brain wasn’t big enough to take in everything that was going on. How was I going to be able to capture everything I could see on camera? How was I going to be able to relay to my mum just what I could see? In the end, I wandered around on FaceTime a lot, holding up the iPad and saying ‘look at this’. It was a place where I wished I could afford to bring my nearest and dearest.

The seven days we spent there were incredible – as good a time as I have had anywhere. From the champagne-on-ice and rose-petal bath on arrival to a teary goodbye to favourite staff members on departure, we savoured every minute. The food was incredible and so fresh that it made us ashamed of our late-night slinks through the drive-thru. Everything was halal, there was fruit and veg galore and every angle was blocked off, right down to selecting your own fruit and taking them to a waiter who would turn them into a juice in front of your eyes. Every meal was taken either beach or poolside, with incredible views of the villas and jetty, with the sun either rising or saying goodbye for the night in the background. It was the sort of place where you start thinking about your own approach to life – why do we not live like this at home?

It could be said that the resort does not offer a great deal nightlife wise, although that considered, I was fine as I do not drink. If you want a stella-fuelled karaoke sesh at 1am, do not come here. If you want a juice on your balcony with plenty of time to detox, then come ashore. As a big runner I hammered the gym and we also swam plenty, played a fair bit of tennis and cashed in some free yoga. Alternatively the outdoor library had lots to keep you busy, with hundreds of books to trade and big, four-poster beds to kick back on. Also, the 4G coverage meant it was the same as being at home. I am someone who likes his comforts, so to have the internet close at hand (I know, turn the phone off, whatever) was a great way of keeping in touch with people and interests.

The whole thing (KL too) stacked up to just about £10,000 which is the most fortuitous thing to happen to me in my life and to be honest, I am ruled out of bemoaning back luck for many years to come. I can live with that.

A good friend had told me that this would change my views of holidays forever. On our last night, we sat on the balcony of our villa until gone midnight and just reflected on what had happened. I was quite misty-eyed by this point and I remembered what my pal had said. My thinking had changed and I was actually going home feeling a refreshed man with changes to his outlook. Of course, we would never have been able to afford this holiday but then again, I would never have considered it either as ‘it wasn’t me’. In future, if finances allowed, I most certainly would. It would not need to cost such an amount either. We would drop the KL part and save a percentage, and would not necessarily need such a high spec of villa.

That said, I do not know if I want to head back to Pangkor Laut. Not because I think its quality will not endure, but because it might not be be the same. As an example, Kate and I got on famously with a couple of staff members in particular who really helped make the trip – what if we saved up and came back and they were not there? It might sound innocuous and even silly, but as Liam Gallagher said recently, how can you remaster something that’s already been mastered? It all made sense very quickly. Your honeymoon is the time of your life. It is one of the rare occasions in life when good will is raining down on you and no-one tells it to stop.

I will always be glad that I headed to Malaysia and without sounding like a wise – possibly smug – married man, I would recommend anyone to push the boat out with their honeymoon if possible. We of course had the boat not just pushed but super-powered by Turquoise UK who I cannot thank enough.

People in the world there earn plenty more than I do – some earn plenty less too – but if you get the chance to head to Pangkor Laut, via hook, crook or competition, take it and run with it. You will not regret it.


I hope you enjoyed reading Wayne’s review of our honeymoon. Have you been to Malaysia and do you have some travel tips? Would love to hear from you!

Kate x



Product Review: PlastiKote Fast Dry Project Enamel

Hello again, I hope you’re all having a lovely week and have some nice things planned.

For me, I’m still in full-on wedding mode (36 days to go and counting!), which means my craft projects are still very much wedding-based at the moment. This week it’s been like a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party – with spray paint!

My latest bit of DIY has seen me use product I’ve never used before, and I thought I would share a quick review in case you might be thinking of trying out something like this yourself.

The product I used was PlastiKote Fast Dry Project Enamel, or for want of a better term – fancy spray paint. The purpose? To paint some teapots a different colour.

I needed to find some teapots in different colours for some wedding decor, but after searching high and low on eBay, in charity shops and anywhere else I could think of, the only ones I could find that were perfect for what I wanted were very pricey.

Then Wayne had an idea – we had been given some teapots by the lovely people at Yorkshire Tea (this is another story!) – and why couldn’t I just spray them a different colour? Genius!

Yorkshire Tea tepot

So after a bit of research off I went to our local DIY store, where I bought a small tin of PlastiKote Fast Dry Project Enamel in bright yellow and one in sky blue.

The teapots I was painting were a bold red, with a black logo on the front (above) so I guessed they might take a bit of disguising. However, I had a look on PlastiKote’s Facebook page and there were plenty of examples of the paint being used for different purposes, and thought it would fit the bill.

The instructions on the spray paint say:

  • Several thinner coats of paint are better than one thick coat
  • Make sure you spray in a well-ventilated area (essential as it stinks and I imagine would give you a massive headache and would be dangerous)
  • Spray from a distance of 20-30 centimetres
  • The paint is touch dry in about an hour (when you can do a second coat) and totally dry after three hours
  • Each small tin is enough to cover 1.2 metres square – plenty for one teapot

Round one

I started off with the yellow paint, and I’ve got to say, this did not cover the old colour of the teapot as well as the sky blue did. After the first coat (where I got a bit too close and put too much, causing it to run!) I could still see the old logo peeking through.

This did not seem to happen with the sky blue, which covered it a lot better.

Round two

I let the paint dry (went off and had my dinner) then came back to do a second coat, this time turning the teapots upside down as I had missed the bottom in the first coat. I’m not sure why, but the yellow paint still didn’t seem to cover as well, and despite me now knowing how much paint to apply after my earlier mistake, it still seemed to run a lot with the yellow – but weirdly not with the blue. Maybe the yellow paint is a bit thinner?

Sky blue round two

Anyway, I left them to dry, with little trickles running down the side of the yellow teapot. Very annoying, but wiping them just caused more mess.

Round three

The final coat of the blue paint and the new blue teapot looks pretty good. As for the yellow, it didn’t turn out too well in the end, as after yet another coat, you could still see the logo and there are some really annoying paint runs. I’m half thinking about doing it again on another teapot, but it would mean buying more of the stuff and it possibly not working again. Maybe I will just have to try and find a yellow teapot after all…

Blue and yellow teapot

Would I recommend it?

Yes and no. I would recommend the sky blue paint – it covered really well, even the black logo. The yellow paint, on the other hand, did not provide anywhere near as good coverage, seemed to be runny and was much more hard work.

Kate x