Above: Day 12 & 13 quarantine hotel food.
After yoga and breakfast today, I rang down to the hotel reception to confirm that I was leaving tomorrow. Having arrived on a Sunday, I should check out on a Sunday two week later. There have been reports of people leaving a day earlier, so it seemed wise to check.
He checked with the Ministry of Health staff and said I could come down now as soon as I was packed. But it is Saturday today. I double-checked that it wasn’t a mistake. Nope, it wasn’t.
I packed up hurriedly at first, then slowed right down to ensure that nothing was left behind. Even though I had eaten all the food I had brought, it was a squeeze to get all my things such as exercise props into my suitcases. Don’t know how I did it two weeks ago with the food.
Down at reception, the cops and security were surprised to see me. They were as sure as I was that tomorrow would be my day of freedom. So, I had to be let back into my room. What a let-down to be given false hope like that.
I had gulped down the remaining milk and will be having black coffee and tea for the next 24h. Another day of hotel meals. But another day of yoga practice and body-weight exercise.
Even though I had used the two weeks quite productively, there was a lot more I felt I could have done. Time seemed to have disappeared quickly with my routine. It was not all fruitless as I had made some improvement to my pincha mayurasana; a couple of months ago I couldn’t take my feet off the wall into a free balance. Now, I can, but I’m still waving around and am banana-shaped at times rather than vertical.
When dinner came, I was pleased to see the last of the hotel meals, except for tomorrow morning’s breakfast. While my hotel food hasn’t been the best-in-class, it was far from the worst I’ve seen on the quarantine Facebook support group. For that, I’m very grateful. And I’m also grateful that the Sarawak government doesn’t charge for quarantine unlike the rest of Malaysia.
Day 14 hotel quarantine meals.