Sorry for the delay, I was out yesterday with some friends. Here's the final part!

The Showdown

I decided it was high time I learned something, so I agreed to get voluntarily beaten and walk over to some tables to put the camera down. Before letting go of the camera, I turned around and took a quick glimpse of the instructor (we'll call him Marcus from this point onwards) and see him walking away. I had half a mind to think that he was actually joking, and I wouldn't actually need to join them.

I tightened my grip on the camera and just as I turn around to take more pictures, Marcus was already facing me and asked me if I was ready. Oops. Guess he was not joking after all. I manage a rather weak smile and muttered a somewhat silent "Oh".

The head instructor was showing everybody else a technique earlier on, and this time, although I was taking pictures, still gathered around with the rest of them to listen and grasp what the move was about.

Marcus held tightly onto the cloth he was holding and told me to throw a punch at him.

This is it.

I take one step back, swing my right arm at him. He avoided it, and before I had a chance to react, he tied a loop around my clenched fists 3 times very swiftly, swung me forwards onto the ground and twisted my arm so my right hand would now be tied up behind my head. He then uses the excess cloth to cover my eyes and nose, while pinning me to the ground, knee on my neck. Fuck.

If it sounds uncomfortable at this point, wait! There's more.

The thing I hate most about this (apart being in immobilized) is that this leaves my armpits open for people to tickle me. I am being completely serious here when I tell you that that was the only thing that ran through my mind at that point. I completely forgot about my family jewels also being unprotected... which led to them being promptly slapped (I really don't know if this is the right word, I wouldn't really say punch either - point is there was contact!) on the balls.

After having a nice sandy meal and after picking up whatever shred of dignity that's left of me, Marcus said I could try the move on him. AHA!

Wasting no time, I put theory to practice in a rather confusing fashion. I executed the same move on him, except on a much slower pace and stopping every few seconds to readjust my hands because somehow, someway, I ended up tying my own hands instead.

Upon realizing that I was not going to become a kickboxing prodigy overnight, I grabbed the camera and started taking pictures again. It was then that I noticed I wasn't the only one who involuntarily took part in the demo. Deo also became a practice subject for one of the kickboxers - specifically the head instructor's daughter. She couldn't have been a day over 15 in my opinion, but damn she can kick ass. Here's a picture of him crying.

Where's Jeremy you ask?

Watching everything unfold silently from a safe distance away.

Last Call

After the demo ended, we were all free to pursue our own activities on the beach or retreat to our rooms. My friends decided they'd give snorkeling a try while I went for a dip in the sea again (so much for not wanting to get wet that day).

By 2PM, we were ready to check out of our accommodation and group up again to head to the jetty and leave Pangkor Island.

I had a great time - it was nice meeting some new people and getting humiliated along the way. If they organize a similar trip in the future, count me in.

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The end!

I really hope you guys enjoyed reading this, I had fun writing it. Most of all I hope the entire thing didn't come off as being overly boring - my apologies if it was.

Also, I'm back at my hometown now. Month long semester break!