Trekking has suddenly become a weekly Sunday morning affair/ ritual especially with the boys ~ two young lecturers and one little monster. I am not quite sure if I should jump for joy or pray for salvation, but be that as it may, we were on a mission yesterday to explore new trails and boy(!) did we do that in great style. Whilst our effort to reach the Telekom Tower was achieved albeit a disappointingly short climb, we did not quite find the actual trail to the top. However, our return journey was another matter altogether as we trail blazed our way downwards.
We followed a steep opening from the hilltop and ended up clambering downwards with our front facing the face of the hill and our backs towards the sun (if the sun could penetrate the dense forest that is); whilst hanging on to “army” ropes that were conveniently “placed” along the unused trail. Quarter way downhill, I lost the trail and had to rely on instinct as we literally slid and scrambled downwards. Spider webs were aplenty and as I was leading the pack, it was inevitable that I get the bulk of the cobwebs all over me. Yucks! Creepy crawlies is definitely not my cup of tea.
Little monster had a moment of sheer agony when he slid on a huge stone/ boulder (?) whilst trying to slide downhill on his butt! Ouch! And of course the continuous lament I received from him was, “can’t you find a path with higher branches?” He he he … For once, being vertically challenge is such a joy to be ~ which brings to mind the following quote “every dog has his day.” :p We were totally lost for a few moments but we kept working our way downhill and we hoped, towards the stream. It was sheer joy for us when we finally found that “magical” stream and were back on familiar territory.
The plan was to continue exploring another path which would lead us to Kampung Kerinchi but luck would have it that we meet a certain Uncle Loke; who was actually clearing paths and making trails for his regular trekkers. Uncle Loke does not look a day over 55 but we found out that he is actually 71. Gosh! I think he has become our new hero and inspiration for further exercise and treks. All of us wanted to look that good at 71! : ) And one young lecturer was quite inspired by Uncle Loke’s biceps because at the ripe old age of 71, his biceps are much larger than all the three boys!
We had an interesting chat with Uncle Loke and he advised us to return using the usual way as we could get completely lost. He subsequently invited us to join his group to explore new trails at Bukit Gasing the following week. I could see the ‘sparkle’ in the eyes of little monster and the one young lecturer; and I knew that they would definitely be joining Uncle Loke next week. As for my participation, we shall see …. No venture, no gain. But no commitments … yet! : )
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