Susan was in heaven. Well, close to it, if Brunei’s tourist literature was to be believed.
She was at least in personal heaven.
personal Tanjung Batu Beach had been made to order. It had fine snorkeling when she needed to get wet, food stalls and nonalcoholic bars lined the landward side when she needed sustenance. Mostly what she wanted to do was lie in the sun and watch the waves roll in. Sadie was perfectly content under a small sunshade that offered a view of everything happening on the long expanse of pale sand.
Her bikini earned her the usual admiring looks, despite many of the Westerners on the beach also wearing as little. But most foreigners who came to Brunei’s beaches were a subset of the backpacker breed: all fresh out of school and jaunting from one place to the next. Brune
