...and then I heard that sound... that dreaded sound...

...and then I heard that sound... that dreaded sound that one always wishes they had not heard. The sound of a cloth getting torn... I knew the pants bought from a local vendor weren't well stitched and it wasn't just a small tear. It was a huuge tear, right between my legs.

Everyone has brilliant memories of their honeymoon and so do we. But there is an embarrassing memory as well. Embarrassing for me, amusing for the wife. 

It was February 2012, and after a mesmerizing island hopping tour at Langkawi, Malaysia, we got off from the boat and I heard the dreaded sound and I froze. Somehow, I managed to walk like a duck till our car, but we had a few more activities (including a para sail) to be done near the local market. The wife had a good laugh when I told her about what had happened. But her amusement did not end there. We reached the market and I realized there was no way I could get out of the car now. Luckily the wife had carried a towel along & so I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out, looking for a store that would sell me a new pair. While the others around in the market (Pantai Cenang I guess was the name) gave me the look and the wife couldn't stop giggling, I walked with swag to show that the wrapped towel was nothing unusual, and as if it was by plan. I was trying to play the cool tourist walking around in a towel. Somehow, we managed to find an apparel store and I was able to get out of my misery.