This post is dedicated to everyone whom made the trip possible & also to our Malaysian hosts.
Cheers!
it had been a good trip, max-out yet Happy and fulfilled.
I've gained a lot of experience & thrills, not only from the river itself but also from the people & knowing myself. Writing this post serves as a memory to myself and sharing the experiences with others :)
Got to admit the first morning, the first run, I was scared shit.. and the water is damn cold.
Overcoming the first rapid serves as a pat on the back to me.. which pretty much was my first objective. ha-ha.
Couldn't really remember when was the first time i flip, but the only solid memory was the one I tumbled down the fall head in the water, ka-ta-boom ka-ta-bish..
We potage some of the rapids too, cause of the nature debris that had been collated in the pool, but that's okay as there's plenty more to go around. The thrill comes about as if one is deciding my own path of navigation, everything lies in you, the captain of your craft.. The outcome then, is deemed as whether you chose the right path that gets you rushing ahead, or you choosing the more difficult path, getting stuck and wrenching your head for a solution out.
Speaking of which, is usually my case.. haha! May laugh it off now, but I'm really glad on some of the few occasions there's people to help me out.. in fact i actually fear my life in some. rmb there's one, my bow was wretched between two rocks, my stern was under the face of the fall, thank goodness the guide came to help me after awhile, I was quite desperate from moving against nature..
Another nice moment was this magenta colour jungle fruit plucked from this tree growing along the bank of the river.. Taste like longans.. It's a healthy recharge, as we sat on the bank eating them taking in the sights and sound.
Also amazing were the people themselves. They're really accommodating hosts. Food was prepared for us when we reach the ending point and also the lovely Durians, whesh.. probably the freshest I'd tasted, soft and creamy.. The Orang Aslis living by the river as we paddled were amazing too. Their kids come in the numbers and bloody hell they can just jump from rock to rock, dive in the water, swim along with our crafts.. I'm impressed, and they're like 5 years old only?..
All in all, I really enjoy, appreciate the opportunity given.. Gave some of my skin, and took back more of the feelings. Sets me thinking again..
Also, Happy National Day everyone.
