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Published: February 3rd 2006
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Doing the washing
This is so cool. A girl actually doing her laundry by the river. Chiang Ling, Franscois and I had trouble trying to decide where to go after CL's exams on Wednesday. In the end it was decided that we would go to Santubong for a hike, and then to Damai beach since it was close by. I damn near pulled out when Thien told me that there would be leeches in Santubong. And then Franscois reminded me that I didn't get bitten in Bako last year, so it should be fine this year in Santubong.
I spent all night on Wednesday night burning a mix CD. It was such a great CD too cause it started off with the Arctic Monkeys, and it had M.I.A, and Bloc Party, and the Kaiser Chiefs, and Kanye West ... and I even thought about the flow of the music. Like creating a proper album.
In the morning, I find out that Chiang Ling's car has no CD player because it got stolen a couple of months ago.
DAMN.
Well, after breakfast at King's Centre, we drove to Santubong which took us either just under, or just over, an hour. Imagine a drive without music. Man ... we poked him the whole way about
not having a player, and bugging him to get one, telling him he NEEDS one.
The very next day? My dad's car radio gets stolen. KARMA KARMA KARMA CHAMEEEELEOOONNN. Oh my heart burns. IT HAD THE CD I BURNT IN IT.
Santubong was pretty and it was good being in the outdoors again. Very nice to see the green again. It was a good hike too, all that running I've been doing paid off a little. I told CL the night before that I had heart failure NYHA class 2. Well not really, I was just thinking that I might not be able to survive the hike. A quarter of the way through the hike, he commented that I was doing pretty well for an NYHA class 2. Not bad huh? HA HA HA!
I tripped somewhere during the trip thanks to a branch on the ground that I didn't see. I bruised my right palm, and both my knees, and I think I have a milimetre-sized haematoma in my palm. It should go away soon.
We managed to get to the waterfall, and there was a nice little hut there, so Franscois, CL and I
sat for a bit. I brought water and oranges and Tiger Biscuits (yum!) and F brought pistachios.
And then off it was to the lookout point. We got to what we *thought* was the lookout point. Turns out we were only 1/4 of the way there. The only reason we knew that was because as we were heading back, this white Australian man with a BIG beer belly comes running and asks us where the waterfall is. We tell him it's about 10-20 minutes that-a-way.
Then he tells us that he just came back from the peak of Mount Santubong, which he did in an HOUR. Do you know what CL and Franscois told me? They told me it would take about 3 hours. And they're GUYS. This beer-bellied Australian did it in an HOUR. So we told him it'd probably only take him 5 minutes to the waterfall.
So we continue our journey back to the car. We decided to take a different route this time since it was going to be shorter, and as it turned out, a lot easier too. Well, maybe not that easy because we got lost. While we were on our
A small stream in the jungle
Not quite the waterfall yet. way down, we kept laughing about the man, saying that we should put on really really heavy Malaysian accents next time and what a kick that would be. And then lo & behold, we come to a blind-ending path. Or so we thought. A tree fell in our way, and we couldn't see the path beyond.
We took a detour and found a path that DID look like a proper path, but led us to a river and that was it. We were half thinking ... uh oh. And so we thought it might be a better idea to head back, and have another look at that blind-ending path. At that point I suggested that just MAYBE, that white man didn't actually exist after all. Maybe it was the 30th anniversary of his death or something on that day. HA HA HA HA Franscois didn't like that one bit! It was all in good fun though. We did find our way out eventually.
Thien met us after our hike, and then we went to Damai for the beaches. First we went to a public beach where I managed to take my shoes off and have a bit of
a waddle in the sea. And then we went to the Damai Beach Resort which is a really nice place. CL brought his guitar and Franscois took out more of his pistachios. We wrote a song for the white man but we didn't write it down so we've forgotten it already.
We passed by Buntal on our way home, and we were going to eat dinner there since they have good seafood (apparently) but I'd already told Mum that I would be home soon.
And so I did go home. It was a great day. I have the bruises and scars to prove it.
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