Kuching Trip: Part 3
Sunday 3rd DayWe were up at 8.30pm and we will all ready to head for jungle trek at Taman Negara Bako. We were all perked up and ready for the trip back to mother nature. We had breakfast with Grace's mum and it was off to Bako. Me, Grace, Richard and Serena. We spent the entire trip riddling and the best riddles were these:
1. What has four wheels and flies?
2. Why did the cat cross the road?
3. Why did the dead-baby cross the road?
Bwahaha... lame answers but totally credible.
Reaching the jetty, we took a speed boat to the National Park.
And thus began our journey.
We went down Tanjung Paku to catch picture of monkeys. Grace got blasted by some ang-moh people who were trying to catch sight of the monkeys. She was talking too loud, and it was partly my fault too. We finally left those angmohs and WE got to see the monkeys, not them.
Wish I had a SLR.
And we saw huge snakes. I was right up to them, can touch them too. Scary right?
What? Don't believe me ah?
And also a huge pandan plant.
And Eugenia! Not
BUT
We had to patah balik to our starting point after that. Richard and I were gasping for air already.
And we began our real trek upwards towards our destination. Our favourite phrase of the day:
"Are we there yet???"
40 minutes later:
Oh my God, it was so freaking tiring, having to work our way up. Shucks, if it was this tough here, say goodbye to Everest and K2. Argh... even now, I can still remember the pain in my hamstrings and posterior compartment of my leg (forgot the muscles). And I was just carrying three bottles of 500ml water. I can't start to imagine how those who went up Gunung Tahan managed.
But according to Grace, we had just past the tiring part, and now for the hot barren part.
Thought at that moment:
Which drug did Grace give me to agree into coming to this insane hell?!!!
This is part of our trip. Looks like a river bed. Guess where it is?
And a super long 'railway track'. We were singing 'I've been working on the railroad', and 'When she's coming round the mountain' with me adding all the weird sound effects.
And after another long walk and seeing the famous tongkat ali...
(we were arguing where they used the branches or the leaves or the barks to make the tea. Took us a while to remember that it was the roots they use to make the drink. Haha, blur. Must be the heat)
Thought at that moment:
I am so going to murder Grace if our destination is not the heaven she promised us.
And then finally, so long, so long and finally!!
which soon led to
Serena thought that the cliffs looked like something from the trailer of Lost. Haha. You got to stretch the imagination a bit and you'll get it.
Our destination:
Would have gotten a better shot if Richard was not so paranoid of me falling over. But look!!! We were so close. We could just rapel down the cliff and be done with it. I could almost smell the sea! It was so tantalising and look superbly cool in the hot hot sun.
Thought at the moment:
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky.We hastened down the trail towards the beach, eagerly awaiting the cool water. I could barely wait, I was probably starting to strip the moment I saw the streak of blue through the undergrowth. We placed our things in the shade and dived into the water straight.
This is the famous sea-stack, which grace said look like a cobra. In my personal opinion, it looks something like this:
You see, it's a guy doing the eqyptian dance underwater with only his hand and top of his head showing.
It was just relaxation under the sun, enjoying the cool breeze and wonderful water. It was like paradise, really. Nothing but a windy day with white clouds flying. Except black clouds came and blew inwards, raining on us for a few minutes.
Which made sandcastle-building a blast!
The huge pyramid is made by Grace, the moat by Selena. The four mounds were supposed to represent breasts of different sizes (D, E, F, G) and was the concubines hostel. Designed and built by Richard Lee.
Richard and Selena had more fun digging the Nile river.
Was the damn trek worth it?
Oh yeah!!!
Noticed anything different?
But all good things come to an end, and soon it was time for us to leave.
Our parting shot of our little paradise. Looks like something out of Lost, doesn't it. And the white thing at the back is the wing of the crashed plane.
We are sure gonna miss this place. Not going to miss the mosquis tho.
Not my leg. Someone you guys know punya.
But it had been a satisfying trip. Exhausting but satisfying.
(Like sex)Random shot:
A headless fisherman.
Grace had everything prepared for us when we returned to her Unser. There were plastic sheets for us to sit on (we were wet and sandy). And we termed Grace as an adjective; meaning prepared for everything.
To be grace = to be perfect.It started pouring no sooner than when we got back to town. And the Unser broke down in the middle of the road. With Grace the driving having nothing on. So we had to force her back into her clothes while trying to figure out the way to get the car moving again without having anyone staring at us. It was MY bright idea to check the manual.
(I don't usually trust manuals, but this work just fine)
We were so tired out when we reached Casa Bampflyde that all of us just stoned and stare into space.
Must be heatstroke.
We went out for dinner at bla...bla...bla... It's the name of the restaurant, not that I don't know the name of the restaurant. we hanged around, talked nonsense, got to know Grace's parents better and then it was back home to Casa Bampfylde for a show of The Producers.
The vacation was coming to an end. Sob sob.
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
- John Masefield
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