It has been some years now since I first went to Bintan Beach Resort. It was newly opened then, and a favorite spot for groups from Singapore to travel for retreats, workshops, team building weekends, and so forth. It is still a popular destination for such activities for many Singaporean groups.
The year it first opened, my church held a retreat there. In the middle of the afternoon, the tide was out... far out. There was a large stretch of muddy beach, and the locals were out collecting shellfish. It looked like a fun place to go, so two friends and I stepped out onto the beach. And promptly sank knee-deep into the mud. What we didn't realize was that the locals who seemed to be walking atop the beach had made their way out to a firmer sandbar, and that was where they were collecting their prizes.
As we'd already made a mess of it all, we tried to make our way out to the sandbar. We weren't too successful, but had fun nonetheless. The rest of our church group enjoyed watching us almost as much as we enjoyed the little venture.
Now, more than 10 years later, those two friends who went into the mud with me are married (to each other, I mean). Their children are my godchildren. We've come across the photo of our three pairs of muddy legs several times since then, much to the delight of the kids.