I lowered my expectations on places to stay because we had no prior booking anywhere. My friend's BIL who arrived ahead of us with his family rang us to get ready with our cards because the only available rooms left are at the Hilton. "Cj's Disney budget is so getting chipped by this new year brouhahah," I dozed off the worry as the bus took us closer to the resort. Opposite Hilton, went the correction to the earlier advice. It also confirmed that we didn't have to sleep on the sand after all.
There's the blue moon hanging out with Hilton from our porch. The greeting is as tipsy as my camera.
Night has only begun after the clock struck 12. This is Soi Bintabhat, probably the liveliest street in the resort.
We goofed inside our room. If you look closely behind the model's elbow, Cj's milk bottle top hides conspicuously with our make-up. Damn give-away.
I took Cj to All Seasons where another luck kissed us: we were given a table without reservation. The restaurant flowered with caucasian diners. The only asians there were us and the staff. The food ... heavens, it was yummy!
It's tantrum season for Cj as well - some reality that I managed to pull out of through the holidays. Another type of luck, if you ask me. Finally we trooped to the beach with Cj's battery getting low. A cousin's wife, an early childhood expert gave free advice on tantrum king's behavior. It tasted luckily better than the strawberry margarita or mango rum daiquiri that I didn't drink. They looked odd beside Cj's milk. I hope your new year celebration was just the way you like it.