In the late 80s, a family with two young children were looking for the perfect camping ground; the requirements were simple – sun, sand and friendly locals.
Away from crowds and noise, Lipah Bay was full of jukungs, coral, and corn fields. A small dirt track wound its way across the bay, cows lazed quietly under trees, chickens scratched in the dirt around fire pits and small huts were scattered around the bay and up the hill. Early mornings would bring the sound of fishermen coming back from their morning catch. Wives with buckets would meet their husbands to carry their catches homes, with the young children running naked and care free across the sand. Young men tended to the ducks, goats or pigs, moving pegs from tree to tree so the cows could shelter in shade. Girls would be taking care of the houses, sweeping the dirt free of debris, while the young women would be looking after the younger children, cooking, cleaning, and feeding.
A tent was pitched on the edge of the sand, a fire pit dug and built up with bricks; soon dinner smells were wafting through the air. This sparked the beginning of this tropical paradise as you know it.