New Heights

For the company away day, it is apparently traditional to put members of the company in random groups and subject them to torture. Kidding. Well we were scooted off to Bintan nonetheless so that no one would hear our screaming and send aid. Kidding. On the island that is the better cousin to Batam, we were grouped (I was in A3) (Not as big as A2 but larger than A4, good for spreadsheets and schedules). We did indoorsy things like play with Lego, run in and out magnetic fields and rooms, manouvre through flimsy octahedrons and discuss our actions in these tasks.

The outdoor stuff was stupefying. We had to make our way to the top of a 30m tower by traversing balance beams, climbing rock walls and jumping in mid-air. I was scared shitless. Not literally. But bad enough as I got this fear of unprotected height. Well, after squeezing many hands and absorbing enough advice from my fatigued group mates to summon the courage to do leaps, I made it to the top. In the end, we ALL made it and flying-foxed our way to relief and ground zero. It's quite an achievement that everyone accomplished the tower climb - we all came down feeling like winners.

The night took an alcohol-induced turn with dancing, silly games, conversation and mayhem. The pictures here don't do justice, believe me. Ahem. By the way, that is poor Carolina I am being pushed into smooching. Evil cupid-type friends i have.