Most of us who grew up with our Dads will at some point in our childhood and adult lives be embarrassed in front of our friends by our Dad’s silly jokes and antics. My Dad, unfortunately, fits perfectly into that stereotype. And imagine the kind of faux pas and foibles that comes with vacationing with him.
Last Christmas, we went on holiday to Kota Kinabalu, a beautiful seaside town in northeastern Borneo in Malaysia. But the family drama didn’t begin there, in fact, it began at our home airport in Penang.
He took off his cap at the screening machines and absentmindedly left it there, only realising that something was missing from his head as we were about to board the plane. Running back, he eventually found it. That’s fail #1.
As we arrived at the hotel in Kota Kinabalu, both him and my Mum could not find the tiny pad lock key that secured their luggage. Alas they called the maintenance man from the lobby to pry it open with a huge industrial spanner. Fail #2.
The next day, we headed out to Pulau Gaya for some island hopping and snorkelling. Dad shouted, “Look, look! So many cute litte grey fish!” as we stood knee-length on the crystal clear waters and cupped the fishes in our hands. The next thing I knew, he popped a live fish into his mouth. “They’re edible,” he says, at which point I fainted in the waters.