inferiority complex thy suffer…

  I sufferred a considerable amount of bruises, slashes of cuts, blisters, had wood splinters embedded in my flesh,and my muscle joints were bloody tight; bending my leg would shoot tremendous pain along my now feeble legs.( analogy:pain felt upon waking up the next morning after a 10 km cross country race the day before)

But so what.

Blasting fun was the word of the day when i went trekking up to Gunung Bujang Melaka, *scratch that,Bukit Kutu, *oops, wrong again! Sungai Chilling in Kuala Kubu Bharu. Impeccably, such change of plans are fine example of what they say, " You can only plan, but only God determines".

Put simply by Mr Tan as "sheer stroke of luck, unforeseeble incidents that occurred, and reasonable decisions ", the original plan to hike up the ardurous trek of Bukit Kutu in frasers Hill were changed to a relaxing stroll up the Chilling waterfalls instead. Worthily noted that unforeseeable incident were delays at a mamak stall in KKB with its super slow service.An embarassment to the mamak francise’, i might add.

KKB. Ah, it brought back very fond memories.It was utmost unsurprising my sense of direction was triggered by a familiar alert, The Stanta Supermarket, i struggled extremely hard in containing my excitement.You can conclude that it was a mission that i failed miserably.You know  what happens when a person lapse into a nostalgic mode,she begans to blabber oh-so-eagerly, pointing out landmarks, showing directions, telling Joe( the driver) what to expect.I hope Joe, Farish and Nisita will forgive me for picking that time as one of those inexcusable moments.Blame it all on me for being a kampong girl through and through.

In essence, it felt really good to be back.

Granted,trekking is no stranger to me, i’ve done it in a couple of occasion beforehand.But this one was different.First, its a whole new circle of friends. Once ,i went with fully clad, long sleeved, trek-suits adorning bunch of people,but here i went with people with sleeveless and shorts.Aptly said, i was the only one with a long pants and a tudong. The hallmark of my fascination of this trip was the diversity of the people going. On one part we had city boys and city girls who had never seen a river before in real life,and then we have two very loud Iranian lads, a Canadian couple looking very much a tourist, a couple of chinese girls who’s capabilities of trekking at a fast pace will fool their demure ,  girly looks, my new found Indonesian friend,and of course,the one and only Mr TMC and Co.Interesting as it is,i remembered only going to a very organised trekking camps complete with a certifiable guide, but this one was full of last minute callings.There was a point where we were not even sure wether we’re going or not that morning of the trip as we were one short of a car.

Like most waterfalls, this one was as spectacular as the others, the water was freezing as ever, the current was extremely strong , and huge boulders of rock litter the area. A stop for a picnic was inevitable.The boys went for a dip and did some pretty passsable aerial somersaults jumping from 3m high into the chilling waters.Not wanting to be left out, i did one jump too, being encouraged by Nisita. So exhilarating the sensation i felt, i went for another jump.Just that nobody ever bother to remind me that the water was so cold, i shivered throughout the whole picnic.

On the way back, Don mah lead the trail with me behind him followed by Joe, Judith, Gaby and Carolina.Suddenly, God felt it was convenient to let rain pouring down.Alhamdulillah, its  rahmat i know, but i ended up soaking wet. At first, Don broke into a run. " Maybe if we’re fast enough we can beat the rain, " he suggested.

It sounded very smart then so we ran too, bagpack and all but in the middle of it , "Brushhh",it poured heavily akin to have a pail of water poured onto our heads.Oh well.I might as well walk.My tudong was sticking to my head while i am seriously convinced my shoe was collecting enough water for a goldfish to swim alive in it. Heck, we arrived first to the car and that was all that matters.As for others, they came out alive and dandy apart fom poor Kelly who sprained an ankle having to trip from a rock.I reckoned her smart choice of footwear ( flip-flops ) also contributes some percentage to the damage done.

You bet i am certainly looking foward for the next one.

Click these links for pictures ; images of sg chilling

P?S Special thanks to Neone,Adrian ,Mr TMC, Mr Leon Varga and gf,Ameer, Kourush,Farish, Joe,Kelly, Wai Chen, Judith, Carolina, Gaby, Kamini, Nisita,and Mr Don mah,for making this memorable moment possible.

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