星期三, 9月 28, 2005
大概八时，我们把各自的背包整理好准备上山。起程时间是早上8点35分，由Kam Meng 带队，圆霖压阵。背包我可背得多，山也有爬过一些，但背着约9公斤的背包上山也倒是第一次！开始的路都是黄泥路，瀑布在我们的左手边，路上看见好多漂亮的大蝴蝶，和志气高昂的野姬花。
阵容里全军都是第一次来Gunung Rajah，走错路总是难免的。Kam Meng 还以为在这路的尽头要过河到彼岸，原来我们只不过在一个分叉路口拐错过了弯。渐渐又回到路上。我们慢慢的进入深山，在约12点抵达另一个瀑布，在大石头上用了午餐，喝过了清澈的河水，休息片刻后继续往深山走去。大约两点，我们来到瀑布边的campsite。这只是山腰，离山峰还遥远哩。Francine 和圆霖决定留在campsite，其他人就把背包丢下，持着备用的东西继续往山峰走去。
卸下了笨重的背包，顿时有种放下包袱的轻松感。这时候大家健步如飞，在森林奔跑着上山，一方面是我们都轻松很多，一方面是我们真的在赶时间。无论能不能抵达山峰，我们必须在下午4点半前下山，不然天黑了可就麻烦。此时此刻，想起Lord of The Rings的Aragon, Legolas 等人在森林赶路的一幕。由于路程渐渐缓慢下来，中午4点，我们只能抵达在一个山腰间的休息处，望着彼岸的Gunung Rajah，心里暗暗自叹遗憾。。
听说有Kam Meng在的爬山阵容就有丰富的晚餐，而我这次肯定是倒霉了，因为我们只有快熟面加肉干作晚餐。夜里睡到迷迷糊糊时，忽然听见圆霖在帐篷外喊我，我迷迷糊糊地走出去，也不晓得发生什么事。原来那几个寂寞的男人只是想找个女人谈谈天天说说地地罢了 :P
我反正都醒来，就顺道抬头仰望天空，希望看到细碎的星星也好，谁知厚云胧盖整个天空，什么星光也看没有！我忽然想起空手道的其中一个道理，as empty as the sky, as solid as the mountain。学习空手道的哲学就是进入空的世界以达到忘我境界，气沉丹田，稳如泰山。
一路上遇见相同的过客，彩蝶、野姬花、山蛭、蜜蜂。Wai Leng 和Leong遇上了山蛭，而Jeff却遇上了蜜蜂。大概下午1点半，终于来到起点，也是终点。到Chamang Waterfall 洗过澡清凉一下后，就离开这绿油油的青山。
和Gunung Rajah 的一夜情，不过如此而已。每每想起他，就如伍佰的钢铁男子这首歌，另我对他的爱意又再渐渐加厚。
星期四, 9月 22, 2005
好多年以前的电影，Forrest Gump. 这一个晚上，再次重温这部电影。
戏里最经典的一句话就是Run, Forrest run! 这是Forrest 的女人曾经对他说过好几遍的一句话。
星期一, 9月 19, 2005
星期六, 9月 17, 2005
After the cycling trip, my teammates keep encouraging me in running, especially WL, the King of The Road.
I doubt at myself, can I do that? Immediately I heard an answer from the dark side of me saying ‘No’. The most I can run continuously without any stop/rest is 3km, excuse me, and were you just said 10km?
On the way home from Kuantan – KL while I was driving, I kept thinking ‘Can I run?’ Can I run on the road as well as WL and CW? Oh My God, running is my major weakness!
Doubt and Will were co-existed at the same time. Now is the war time between both of them, I felt the tug-of-war between Doubt and Will.
After coming back from PCC Interstate, I kept my bike aside. In fact it is too exhausted and need a rest. I made up my mind to overcome this obstacle which blocking my way heading towards running. I grabbed the last chance of the last day of Mega Sales, bought a pair of Nike’s running shoes.
That’s the start of the running history in my life.
For the first time I ran at Shah Alam Lake, the result was extremely terrible. I was so disappointed to myself, and start blaming myself why am I spending so much on the running shoes yet it did not help….
Sub conscious mind is conquering my brain. Am I going to give up? When I was resting beside the lake, I told myself, this is only the beginning my dear, you can’t become an excellent horse without training.
So I made a rendezvous to myself at this lake again tomorrow.
The next day, I came to the same battle filed, ran on the same running track, and the same situation happened exactly the same. At the first 2km, I exhausted like hell, loosen strength at my tight, I can’t step any movements further anymore! I just stopped and regret. That's sucks!
It was disappointment again.
When I was about to give up running, I somehow ‘saw’ a group of people running great in front of me, and look, they were WL, CW and gang!
I told myself, no worry my dear, training takes time, no one can perform freaking well at the first time! Come again next time, let’s show your unleashed power!
Apparently the Will is more likely to win the Doubt.
The last time I was running, I start feeling satisfaction at my running record. Although it was not comparable with CW/WL/RW, but I noticed that I had improvement throughout every training.
Every time before I start running, I gave myself a target, let’s say today I’m going to run one round in 15 minutes, or simply just telling myself no matter how long I take, I got to finish two rounds.
Normally for the first round of the lake that I ran (too bad I don’t even know the distance), it was like the warming up level, it is a milestone and bottleneck, once I hit that level successfully, I can last longer. That’s the most vulnerable time of giving up, when that evil mind rises, I start thinking of the Nike advertisement, Leave the Old You at Behind!
And I kept running.
Day by day, training by training, I see improvement, feel satisfaction, I almost whacked the old mine down and left it behind. The most dangerous enemy is me myself, every training I was fighting within myself. I’m not comparing my running performance with others, but with the last’s me.
It’s simply the greatest feeling of wining me myself.
Since I have the Will, that’s why there is a Way. Let me train the wild horse to be the best before letting it goes to unleash its power.
星期五, 9月 16, 2005
Kuantan – Batu Rakit
Chui Miew: aka the Karate Queen. Black belt! Think twice if you try to be naughty with her.
Hin Wai: aka the Guitar King. Now, in porno… Oops, photographing as well.
Wan Lin: aka King of the Road (konon. J). Kam Meng’s apprentice in organizing trips.
Chong Wah: I am just a humble human who ready to serve for good cause…
Rho Wen: aka Wild Horse. Hard to control once got released
Hotel: Strawberry Kijal
Distance (km) :107
Time Taken: 4:29
Average Speed (km/h) : 22.7
Max Speed (km/h) : 58
Hotel: Anguillia Beach Hse Resort
Distance (km) :133
Time Taken: 5:13
Average Speed (km/h) : 25.3
Max Speed (km/h) : 45.4
From-to: Marang- Batu Rakit
Hotel: Gem Beach Resort
Distance (km) :110
Time Taken: 4:20
Average Speed (km/h) : 25
Max Speed (km/h) : 47.4
Sun, 28Aug05, Kuantan-Kijal 107km
Merely a 4 hours sleep after we rushed from KL to Kuantan for InterState 2005, Kuantan-Batu Rakit Merdeka Cycling trip. At 0430, we had got our baggage ready on our support car, WL’s tough look Kia Sportage. Final check on our bikes, off we headed to Hotel Vistana to meet up the rest of the cyclists.
After the registration and loading our baggage to the official baggage vehicle, we started our first ‘chain reaction’ at 0600 sharp with the lead of the safety vehicles to make sure the road was clear for a swamp of 100+ bikes. It was indeed an exquisite scene where the main road flocked with blinking red rear lights & front lights from bikes.
We were heading to a light industry area then into oil palm plantation area via a narrow, stony & pitted tar road. Exactly at 20km, my back tyre punctured. God, not a good start at all! Thanks to RW & CM for their skillful pit stop like tyre change action. Shame on me, they are girls! WL, who is our support car driver on 1st day, arrived on time with the foot pump. Eventually, we spent about 20min to have the wheels rolling on the road again.
We had a short break at 51km. CM started to grumble that she had have enough. We also started to psycho her that she can do it and she should try to exceed her own limit. We got our feet on the pedals again and heading towards Kemaman. Rolling hills awaited us! There were so many camel backs to overcome. One of the steepest ascents almost made me felt that my bike was actually going backward! When HW overtook me, somehow, it stimulated my thigh muscles to generate more ATPs to attack the hill like mad! I feel good every time I beat a hill which deserted with a speedy decent. I often enjoy watching my speedometer’s raising reading while doing an aerodynamic posture. Lifting my butt, head keeps close to the handler, eyes stare in front. I could feel the wheel spins so hard, making a hissing sound; the air glides swiftly through my face, and, ventilating fast through the helmet. That’s when you could feel the SPEED!
After the hilly route, it is a flat tar road where I started to lead in front for the rest to draft. We were heading towards Cukai town where the famous Hai Peng Coffee Shop awaiting our arrival to refill our stomach at 85km. We rode in a faster speed as I was driven by my own hunger for a good lunch. We arrived at noon. The shop was crowded with tourists, locals & 100+ cyclists to have a sip on their aromatic coffee and charcoal toasted roti. Really nice! Somehow, it seemed that only me who still having a good appetite. I wanted to order more but the rest didn’t show much enthusiastic on the nice foods there. May be CM & HW who are from Kuantan felt no fuss to the foods there.
With the newly loaded carbo to be burnt, we waived good bye to Cukai town. At 99km, Perwaja Steel factory was within our sight. We were able to maintain our steady speed until we finally reached Strawberry Hotel. Touch down… We congratulated each other, especially those 1st timers like CM & HW. They surprised us and themselves I suppose to have finished the day 1 in a good shape. It is all about ‘Mind set’ as I kept telling them.
Due to some mistake by the organizer, 2 groups of cyclists tried to check in a same room. Eventually, we made the way although we had already settled down in the room in prior. Dislike a fellow’s bossy attitude.
At evening, we went out to the beach side. Only 2 morons took along their office material to read at the beach (me and WL :-). The rest were having a good time with the sea. It was so relaxing while watching CM & RW on swimsuit. My only comment is, they were not sexy enough… Too many clothes on themselves… Oops, I should continue my reading J
At night, we enjoyed the video taken by WL earlier. I know WL was very itchy to put his feet on the pedals next day. I just can’t find my toiletry bag! I went back to the previous room to look for it as I might have left it behind. None of them saw my accessory bag though. Damn it! I slept with anxiety…
Mon, 29Aug05, Kijal-Marang 133km
At 0530, I woke up with a moody face. My mouth still tasting the bananas I had before my sleep. No teeth brushing, no face cleaning. Hate it! Rushing for the 0600 2nd day flag-off. Grab my bike and baggage and head to the starting point. Once I threw my baggage into a truck, the bossy cyclist came to me and told me that my toiletry bag was in their room! I was more than happy to hear that rather than put anger on them! It was a great morning to start with though my mouth still smelt like banana. Today, CM will take over from WL to drive the support car.
The longest distance of the trip, 133km begins. At 0600, the main road was so dark. We could only spot the blinking red lights. I never like to cycle in the dark! It makes me feel unsafe with ‘unknowns’ awaiting you until your front light reaches it.
We had been told it will be an ‘all-flat’ day. WL led the group as I had done my duty on the 1st day. He pedaled so hard like a just released mad cow! 30, 32, 31km/h… were the ticking readings on my speedometer. All managed to follow tightly. Passing by the Petronas & ExxonMobil’s crude oil ternimal. The plant is so huge, which covers hectares & km of area. A genuine heavy industry. Just about 2hr, we arrived at a Chinese stall for a break at 56km. CM was there already with the support car. First words came out from my mouth to her was why the heck she didn’t shoot us with RW’s video cam. Because I know I look great in video J No battery... L We were among the earliest troops to arrive. I felt the stiffness on my thighs already. I was scared that I couldn’t last long. ‘Mind set’…! Replenish my empty bottle with 100+ and mixed it with 2 packs of energy powder. Taste great! Just want to make sure dehydration & cramp were away from me.
At 61km, once we made a left turning at a junction, it was a ‘Oh My God’ seafront scene! Once CM’s car overtook us, I quickly called her to stop for photo session. The breeze was refreshing. The seafront was captivating. The camera never stops clicking J We strolled into a suburban town and paced towards Marang. We managed to catch up a medium speed peloton & drafting them. I had saved up a lot of energy for not fighting the wind at the front. We did stop by a motor shop to have HW’s bike fixed. Loosen nuts. Each pedaling he did, the joint will ‘TICK’ once. I teased him that it was his RPM indicator. It was annoying though.
Anggullia Resort! The ultimate destination of the day. My longest single day ride ever, 133km! Surprisingly, I didn’t feel the fatigue that I was expected! I felt my body was ready for the last day. My mixing of the energy substances with 100+ must be working well on me! Checked in to a neat chalet nearby the seaside. Having the coconut juice that CM bought us was so rewarding!
Goodness, I realized I had accidentally put my baggage onto a wrong truck instead of the official baggage truck! Investigation showed that it should be on a truck which driven by a group of Penangite cyclists. The bossy cyclist was one of them L Waiting for them to come back… Then, we decided to go out for lunch first. I had to borrow change from WL. Except his underwear of courseJ No doubt, it was as windy as the wind at east cost down there… wink wink *_*
We circled around the town for food. Then, we met ‘the truck’. Exchange of words confirmed that my bag was with them. Thank goodness. I had been the laughing stock of the day. My teammates labeled the bossy cyclist as my ‘lover’. We do have the fate to know each other from the hundreds in this trip J It is a blessing.
Evening time was the PCC group photo session! Everyone was on an official yellow shirt. Smile and say Cheese!
HW complained about his fingers movement after his 2nd day ride. He felt the numb and couldn’t bend his fingers. We thought it was alright and it shall gone soon. I teased him that caused by he spent too many time on guitar. A rainy night made me slept like a baby.
Tue, 30Aug05, Marang- Batu Rakit 110km
Our last quest! Another 110km to wrap up the trip. Marang to Batu Rakit is only 50+km from main road. The organizer is kind enough to discover other alternative routes for us so that we could enjoy more sight seeing. HW’s fingers still having difficulty to bend as usual. I saw him still able to push a button on camera, so, it was ok (Piu… he still able to take our picturesJ). Luckily, it was his turn to drive. From a winding road, we strolled into the outskirt villages where booby trap was everywhere. The notorious Cow Dang! Freshly baked! Everyone was yelling ‘Oh Shit… Ooh Oh Shit’. Shit indeed. Later on, CM complained that RW’s rear tyre was actually splashed up a small piece of dang to her face! Puke!
We caught up with a big peloton which in size of 100+ school kids in uniform and with Jalur Gemilang. The parade leader was possessing no less than 5 flags on his bike. I suppose it was a typical school event to celebrate ‘Merdeka’ Day. As a patriotic youth, I led the vow of ‘Merdeka’ while passing them. They replied in a joyful louder volume! We all felt excited and proud. It feels great still.
Kuala Berang! We stopped for our breakfast. A sumptuous east coast local delicacy! 1st time in my life, I ate a curry puff with fish filling. In fact, mostly, the kuih muih are all with fish filling. It was so tasty! Chatted with some local postmen who curious about us! We all shared the same Merdeka eve joy.
Sun had been so kind to us for the past 2 days. Not today! We were roasted! The hot weather, UV and body heat started to tell me that I was tired. I got a second wind after a short break to regroup as some of the members were dropping further gradually. We also kept pumping water to hydrate ourselves. The last 20km, left only CM and me in group! WL left behind with his own pace, RW left us to tag with faster cyclist at a speed of 35km/h like remora fish (Traitor!). Poor CM had only me as cover. And, me, had nobody to cover! At least, I got CM as companion. Pity WL, only sun was with him. J
We were nearer to Batu Rakit for each pedaling we did. Chain and crank were swiveling well with each output from thighs to toes. Last 10km, we rode at 30km/h, CM still able to catch up. Great, I could put more focus on the road and maintaining the speed. I shouted out for the count down. 5km to go… 4km to go… 1km to go… Gem Beach Resort!
Cheeky RW came over to congratulate me and held my hands up and pose like winners. HW was video tapping. No wonder… We were the 2 in the group who survived in style throughout the 3 days of 350km. Shortly, WL arrived with his trademark smile! Officially, we declared “We all have made it”. Most importantly, we were all in one piece. God bless.
Had a very relaxing day. Soaking in the sea water, playing with the wave, peeping on bikini ladies, teasing each other for fun, sing together… WL continued his lonely walk along the beach. Must be missing his girl friend so much J Myself, already thought of my diving trip on the next day at Lang Tengah. The dinner was the most sumptuous one in 3 days. Lovely night to sleep in a cosy room.
I woke up late but still able to join the group for breakfast. HW showed me his catch-of-the-day in his camera. Goodness me, a sexy bikini lady! Mouth watering & saliva dripping man… yeah, that had improved my appetite so much.
After some effort to squeeze 3 human beings & 4 bikes into Kia Sportage, it was time to waive goodbye to WL, CM & HW as they headed back to Kuantan, then KL. Me, RW & Richard who arrived last night will head to Lang Tengah instead for diving trip.
It is such a satisfying trip! Last year, the experience of falling when I tried to do drifting like InitialD still haunting me! Now, it is a history. A special compliment to RW who had stuck to the group, and giving her support to the rest most of the time. Normally, she is the typical remora fish that will suck herself to a faster group. A handful wild horse to control J WL’s organizing is a legacy that we shall not take for granted. HW & CM should feel proud of themselves for their 1st taste of such long distance ride. Their face already stamped with the wordings of ‘Ask for More’ for such energy-dissipating event. Indeed, it is another milestone for everyone. For me, it is another chapter of my OutdoorXplorer.
星期三, 9月 07, 2005
简介：跨州脚车行，从关丹开始一直骑到丁州BATU RAKIT，总共349 公里。
人物：我，Rho Wen (RW)，Wan Lin (WL)，Hin Wai (HW)，Chong Wah (CW) 共五人。
先谈谈我们的队伍，不多，只有五人。我们彼此并不完全认识，我和RW 是在OX 认识，RW和WL及CW 是朋友，CW 和HW是大学同学，而我和HW 是中学同学，我们的关系就是如此联系的了。
第一次练习，队长WL 就选择了难度很高的Genting Sempah。为什么我会说难度高？尽管只有区区的14公里，可是踩着上山可不是好玩的。可怜的WL被逼紧跟在我后面 ，也真辛苦他了！最可怜的莫过于HW，走了二十多公里的冤枉路，最后才在云顶山脚的休息处会上我们。
就在一次和RW到UM练习回来后，隔天就发现前轮泄了气。忽然我觉得不知所措，精神沮丧得快崩溃。别无他法，尝试自己换轮胎。赶紧摇了电话给脚车的主人求救，他就On-phone Support, 教我如何更换轮胎。这一次又是信心动摇的时候。
就在出发的前几个小时，到达阿明的脚车店，遇见Uncle Lim, Uncle Lim 慷慨的给了我不少的脚车贴士，就以一杯茶回馈。阿明把我的脚车修理好，心里头的大石头立刻就消失了。
Day 1 – 28th 08, 2005, Kuantan – Kijal (107 km)
凌晨四点半，我和RW来到HW家集合，大家赶紧做最后的检查及收拾东西。我领着WL驱车出发，RW，CW 和HW就踏着脚车到出发集合点，Vistana Hotel。
大伙儿在50公里处休息兼等我，“Mind Set” 就是CW最爱的口头禅。说真的，这句话多多少少也起了不少作用。没人有要放弃的念头，包括我在内。
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Day 2 – 29th 08, 2005, Kijal– Marang (133 km)
Day 3 – 30th 08, 2005, Marang – Batu Rakit (109 km)
我又要上阵了，心情还是很紧张。“Mind Set” 这个字又再次从CW的口中说出。
星期二, 9月 06, 2005
There were mixtures of feeling at the moment I was about to leave, felt sad, felt unbearable to leave all the wonderful friendships, felt loss, felt exciting…
This reminded me the Fool in the Tarot. Risks are always in the journey of the Fool and every journey is an adventure. No one knows what gonna happen next, he is brave to take the risk and taste the adventure, sometimes he may fall, but sometimes he achieved something that no one else can do.
I was like the Fool at the moment.
I had told myself, after stepping out of IITC, I became history in IITC, everything happened in IITC became memories. Some people I will never meet them again in the rest of my life, some incidents will never happen again in other place and time in the rest of my life too.
Mr. Gentleman, I was once your lover, but it turned to be like the bird flies in the sky and the fish swims in the sea, both will never have any interaction.
Let’s friendship continues and ever lasting, let’s rivalship ends here and never meet.