The next morning. Day 1
There’s such a cold strong sea breeze blew into my face the moment I woke up from yesterday exhausting ride. Just right outside my room, less than a minute walk, there’s a beach right in front of me. And did I mention the owner of the chalet/hotel is suprisingly friendly? Laila is her name, which is a German married to a local here.
And what about the food? I just briefly took some nasi kandar at some nearby stall. And suprisingly, with such a good weather, everything is just nice, the price is right, and there’s no rain.
And right after the breakfast, I’m all set towards the first activity and to head towards the mountain.
Oh yeah. The yatcht club owned by our previous Prime Minister, Tun Dr Mahathir. Never had a chance to try the food at the restaurant owned by him.
Hell yea, being a Malaysian will get you a discount for the cable car ride up.
It’s fking cold I tell you.
And then there’s the hanging bridge up on the hill.
From the top of the island.
Where I’ll have to walk few minutes down the hill to reach the hanging bridge. Which I was quite lucky to be able to go there because they would normally close down if there’s heavy wind or bad weather.
Doh. Would anyone climb?
Beautiful spot to live. or…
Note the massive difference of picture took with the phone vs. Fuji F11.
Hornbill! Spotted in the wild.
Just right after the ride, which you can go on forever and stay there, but which I prefer to spend the time on another place, and just right below the hill, the entrance, it’s the Oriental village where you’ll able to do various things to feeding rabbit to riding elephants. Literally.
Despite going through a long hours of journey inside the Oriental Village, I headed directly towards the Seven Wells which located towards the hill, where you will need to climb literally, hiking in general. And upon arriving, it’s really spooky that I can’t seem to see much tourist around except monkeys and locals. Well, the road is pretty narrow and took almost half of my life climbing just right less than 1 K.M. of the hill, but of course, before deciding to go back, I’ve stopped halfway on the beautiful waterfall. Lucky me that I didn’t go way up, probably due to my determination and also, my sis told me that there’s ain’t anything worthy visit up there. Probably.
So right after the first two visit, it’s about afternoon for a short quick lunch which suprisingly the world most expensive breakfast I’ve ever had in my entire life! Cool? Red bean + 1 sausage + 1 egg = RM12.
What about the air pump? Remember I’d mentioned about the Fuel consumption and not to fill the car with fuels upon returning it? There’s another conspiracy which I’ve found that why the hell does the car took up so much oil for a very short duration, in conclusion that I realized the car’s air been put off which would serve the main reason why it eats up so much fuel for a short journey, and indeed, after pumping sufficient air back into the tyres, everything went…good.
Next destination, the burnt paddy. wtf.
The car I drove.
Next, up hill towards Mt.Raya.
Virtually, there’s nothing much you can see here except cold airs. Even I felt paying money towards up the cable car is worthy the time. Damn. Well, at least I’ve felt it’s good to reach 2 mountains in 1 day. Could you? Oh, yes, this one has a toll that you need to pay. Damn.
I was there.
And oh, while driving, of course there’s not much of people around except I occasionally see westerners with their bikes. It’s a pretty crazy experience considering there’s landslides effect everywhere around the hill. So that made me quickly left the place. phew.
What’s next…
To be continued…
