Traversing through the rustic kampung area, which is slightly more than 10km from Genting Sempah, we could hardly contain our excitement in our impending adventure!
A view of pleasant start
We began our adventure at 10am. A journey of unassuming trails fooled us
to believe that it was a hike of leisure. After more than an hour into our hike,
we realised that, the jungle inspires a certain uncanniness. John, my hiking partner
got his prize, bubbles (God knows what it actually was) and a drowned bug.
to believe that it was a hike of leisure. After more than an hour into our hike,
we realised that, the jungle inspires a certain uncanniness. John, my hiking partner
got his prize, bubbles (God knows what it actually was) and a drowned bug.
As we ventured deeper into the greens, fallen trees, bamboos, and a strong pungent odor
inexplicably sent the chill down our spines. Our imagination began to run wild. There were
only 2 living souls in this mysterious setting, as far as we know it.
The thorny branches made our steps more cautious.
As we followed the scant trail markers and got to the second river and waterfall, our journey was
stunted, as there seemed to be no way out, none that we could identify at least.
stunted, as there seemed to be no way out, none that we could identify at least.
We eventually had to end our journey at the waterfall. Despite its serenity, the flow of water
seemed to be extinguishing our desire to pursue the peak.
As we hit confusing junctions at times, my faithful iPhone was the only directory we could
rely on, as the direction from a blog was stored in my inbox, specially for times like these.
We read the directions again and again, just to be sure that we set foot on the rightful path.
Unfortunately, pictures of the trails were not accessible; our sense of direction, and our spirit
for adventures ultimately took over.
seemed to be extinguishing our desire to pursue the peak.
As we hit confusing junctions at times, my faithful iPhone was the only directory we could
rely on, as the direction from a blog was stored in my inbox, specially for times like these.
We read the directions again and again, just to be sure that we set foot on the rightful path.
Unfortunately, pictures of the trails were not accessible; our sense of direction, and our spirit
for adventures ultimately took over.
My faithful hiking partner, John, thought that three leech bites were too juvenile for an adventure
of such magnitude. He secretly believes that his charitable blood drive could exchange for a sign
to the rightful path to the peak. Well, the leeches wouldn’t understand such a deal, would they?
The macro shooting was a distraction.
of such magnitude. He secretly believes that his charitable blood drive could exchange for a sign
to the rightful path to the peak. Well, the leeches wouldn’t understand such a deal, would they?
The macro shooting was a distraction.
In the next 45 minutes, we had our cup noodles, a cuppa while contemplating other possible
trails to the peak. But, luck was not on our side. The smile was forceful.
We packed up our gears and sorrow, and started our descend. Since we have come all the way,
we decided to make the best out of this trip.
Carrying our steps down with much less enthusiasm, we spotted some local crawlies and beauties.
At least our camera got to work its charm a little.
As we left the jungle trail behind, we hit the starting point at around 3pm, feeling deprived.
The scorching sun at what felt like 40 degree C made 1 unsatisfied camper and 1 maniacal me.
Do I want to give it another shot? Ask me again when I am on cloud 9.
trails to the peak. But, luck was not on our side. The smile was forceful.
We packed up our gears and sorrow, and started our descend. Since we have come all the way,
we decided to make the best out of this trip.
Carrying our steps down with much less enthusiasm, we spotted some local crawlies and beauties.
At least our camera got to work its charm a little.
A pair of mating bugs kinda wrapped our journey on a better note.
As we left the jungle trail behind, we hit the starting point at around 3pm, feeling deprived.
The scorching sun at what felt like 40 degree C made 1 unsatisfied camper and 1 maniacal me.
Do I want to give it another shot? Ask me again when I am on cloud 9.
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