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Bon Temps

8 Sep

I wandered lonely as a cloud

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

That floats on high o’er vales and hills

When all at once I saw a crowd

A host, of golden daffodils

Beside the lake, beneath the trees.

(William Wordsworth)

Month 1 in Telupid.

1. Camping

2. Camping

This town is blessed with the abundance of nature – Sungai Labuk, Maliau and Wasai, to name a few. I haven’t been to one (camping) since a decade or so ago. Haha. Kasiangg! (quoting the boyfriend, hehe).

Camping Spot 1 — Sungai Maliau

Sungai Maliau is just a 10-min drive away from Telupid town. It’s reachable by 4WD right at the campsite. Or one can park somewhere further and walk for about 5min along the path (which will be a tad too muddy if it rains) to reach the place.

Mind you, even those 4WDs will get stuck in the muddy path leading to the camping spot. Horrifying to even see the sight of the 4WD in front of you scrambling to get back on its ‘feet’ after an attempt to avoid the mud! Nay, I’m not trying to scare you off. Belum cuba, belum tahu bah.

Camping Spot 2 — Sungai Wasai, Entilibon

If one needs that rejuvenating time-off (and to do away with the surrounding heat), head on to Sungai Wasai. On top of that, heard there’s a waterfall nearby! Me? I barely dipped myself into the water. The rocks are too slippery. Or maybe it was just me and my aqua-phobic self! Gah.

A car as small as Kancil and it’s close cousin, Viva can reach the spot. Not as muddy as the path to Sungai Maliau. Even that, there are still huge and humongous rocks along the pathway leading to the campsite. New cars are highly not recommended! Unless you’re in (dire) need of some adventure. Hehe.

A decade of shying away from all sorts of outdoors (in exception to climbing up Mt Kinabalu), and poof, here I am in Telupid embracing what life has to offer! Of course not without those giving-up moments.

I could go on rambling. But then again, it’s crystal-clear in those pictures how indebted I am for the littlest things God has to offer.

John Keats says it best — “the poetry of the earth is never dead”. Indeed!


Dine Till You Whine

25 Aug

There ain’t such thing as wrong food.

(Sean Steward, Perfect Circle 2004)

But there are such thing as contaminated food! Was away in Kundasang a fortnight ago when the impossible happened. Exaggerating. Not. The boyfriend was having seafood fried mee and I pigged on American Breakfast at one of the famous hotels there.

Was (happily) pigging on his yummy-looking meal when I chewed on something hard as a stone! And no, it wasn’t a shrimp’s over-cooked outer layer or whatever names being conjured up. I chewed and chewed hoping it was, but it’s not! We agreed that it was an overcooked plastic.

Point is, are you gonna be that fussy customer shoving all sorts of nasty complaints? Or are you gonna be that forgiving customer and brushing aside the fact that you had just consumed a contaminated meal and almost choked on an overcooked plastic??

Okay, if you were to ask me, I’d for sure gonna kick the hell out of whoever-cooked-that-nasty-meal! No lah, I ended up complaining to the boyfriend instead. And he confronted me with the fact that there was nothing much we could do, after all. Not really…

There are a few reasonable and clear-headed ways in confronting the restauranteurs or the people responsible, according to him.

Numero uno, complain in a good way and request for a new set of meal, if possible. Sure you don’t want to pissed that cook off or else, you can imagine the worst like spits and leftovers.

Or, you can (half-heartedly) devour your meal if it isn’t really that contaminated, minus that alien thing in it. Then complain, and chances are, you eat that meal FOC.

And hell yeah, we complaint and get that meal FOC. Still doesn’t change the fact that it’s already contaminated.

Weekend Rendezvous

4 Aug

Landing myself in a (not-so) small town called Telupid is that MOMENT I have been waiting for. Not that I could say that I’m far too excited. Well, still adjusting and adapting to the fact that the nearest bank (and yes, ATM) is an hour driving to Ranau.

“I’m boring” surely means dozing off, snacking on keropok, reloading endlessly on Google Chrome browser, and texting the boyfriend when I know he’s pretty occupied.

To top the icing off the cake, I am in an on-and-off affair with the broadband services here! Pheww! You read my mind, don’t you?

Problems aside, I was already enjoying my first serene and quiet Sunday at Sungai Labuk, albeit the mosquito bites and the muddy water. Later, we found out the best sungai in town is the one called Sungai Maliau. And there is also a waterfall nearby. Woot!

A tranquil view of Sungai Labuk

Lovebirds and sunshine — Heart this!

Vain me! Haha.