风筝

On our way back from Miri to Sibu, we stopped by Bintulu for its Pameran Layang-layang. But we din buy any kites there because Sam couldn't stand the irritating, boastful owner of a kite stall.

'My kite is the best kite you can find, my kite is very unique as i designed them all by myself, my kite is excellent, the material is the best, imported from china la, india la, and you cant find any similar quality one elsewhere...' bla bla bla..

Since then, two of them are in a kite hunt. Papa finally found his dream kite in Sibu and we decided to have some fun one evening. It's a beautiful evening and that's the first time i realized how beautiful Sibu is..

Papa and Sam tried so hard to fly the kite along the strong wind. Kite owner: Mr Old Man, Kite runner: AhBui...

After some great effort, the kite actually flew THAT high... until it's a dot across the sky...

闹完了天庭，the kite decided to 大闹龙宫.. It zoomed across the sky and 'SPLASH!', it fall straight into the river. Flying kite became fishing pula.. Fisherman: Mr.Old Man

The current was quite strong and i guess the dayang-dayang in 龙宫 were too attractive. It finally came back to us reluctantly after Mr.Old Man pulled with his greatest might gently, so as not to break the string...

After some tidy up, the kite is all good to soar up the sky again!! =)