sometimes you misses things that you loved to do as time consumed most in bringing up the family and busy city life.

I did once lived in a remote area with the young family of mine which I misses the green surroundings and the chirping of birds in the early morning before the sun rise.although the sea was only a distance away but it is not the scenario which I was familiar with.
this is where I sometime had to travel miles along the coastal region just to find the spot that most appealing to me. May it be with the family or just me alone.

As now,they had grown up and now lived in the city and the sea was almost out of my thought until that visit of a friend, and that phone did shook me up and I realized what I had been missing.
Two weeks later, I was on the LRT and the monorail towards the bus terminal in Bandar Tasik Selatan.It was a state of art this complex,advance in technology for the comfort of the people using the public transportation.

The last time ever on the bus was in 1979,that was from Ipoh to Johore Bahru for celebrating Hari Raya Aidil Fitri with the family.

I had never been on the bus for thirty odd years and imagined now I am on the bus alone and doing things that I had missed before.
It was a smooth ride to the Malacca Sentral and we had sets appointment earlier to meet there.
I was the first to arrive and with the backpack on my back which I never imagine doing so in my fifties and Malacca Sentral, a business complex, a one stop centre with all the the public transportation.

I wander alone inside and had almost two hours before they arrived.



Selamat hari Raya Aidil Fitri ,Maaf Zahir dan Batin.

leaving the pond through screwpine trees and out into this beautiful beach...

had to wait for a few minutes before they surface....





clear water come alive...






lots of them...





still water.....




a clear fresh water pond which was still, suddenly full of....

up the trail to the top...

my campsite

It was all a phone call that day and I was on my way away from the city ...while waiting for the ferry ...met two ladies from Maldives,a lecturer and her student in English studies in HELP institution in KL and later two Pakistanis of the Tariqa Qadariah. Yeah,they were friendly lots and had a good knowledge exchange of cultures and views. Soon we were on our separate ways...

the trail...

the voyage to tranquility and recluse which I had planned for
a few days out of the city and into the green surroundings of peace and quiet...

well,the sea and me ...

me and my backpack with a tent for my nights that was all....