Pyromaniacs!

Once dinner was done the two boys wanted a bonfire and since we had no TV in the forest, we waited while they went around to collect firewood. then amidst the bonfire we were sharing the day's experience and having a good laugh. If the rest of the trekkers were awake they would join in and talk cock sing song la but alas they were asleep even in the wee hours.

Dinner Time

Rested and chilled and coffeed, we started to cook dinner. The clanging of mess tins, the laughter, chatter as people shared cooking tips and spices was in the air. Once the first waft of something cooking was in the air, the tummy began to growl and the saliva glands started secreting saliva. There were people busy cooking and cutting while some walked about the encampment to check out what's cookin' and perhaps curi some cooking tips. First night we had nasi and brahim's chicken kurma and curry rendang i think. Calorieman brought pita and some Australian stew if i recalled correctly.

As you can see it our dinner was meagre but Delicious! We were pretty darn hungry by then, i guess anything would be tasty. Even if we were to boil our boots for soup it would taste good! We licked the mess tins clean.

Hmmm satisfying indeed. Burp!

Bring out The Jet-Boil!!!

Once we were all cleaned up, we went back to our tents and put in the finishing touches and laid ourselves down to rest and experienced our tents, some for the very first time. New tent ma... It was also good to be free of the weight of our backpacks cos by then our bodies were rather sore.

This one look like OKB (Orang Kaya Baru) sitting on the "jendela" of his tent. It even smells plasticky.

All cleaned up and nowhere to go. 3-in-1 coffee never tasted so good. It brings back the smile to your face.

The man with the Jet-Boil, excellent stuff. Boils water in 2mins flat but who cares, it's not like we are catching the bus but seriously it was a life saver cos it gave us coffee faster than the mamak can!

Once we were settled we were just checking each other's tent and rations, just to see what peculiar stuff each had...like the friggin' Jet-Boil!

Water Water Everywhere

The sound of water is always music to the ears especially when you are hot and sweaty. At 1800hrs we arrived at Lata Luis, our first camp. A sigh of relieve came from the four of us when we finally arrived. We had trekked for 6 long hours on our very first day. Rule of thumb...set up the tent first. If it rains we will at least have a place to put our backpacks and keep things dry, but it also makes sense to do it before anything else so that we won't have to get all sweaty setting it up after our bath. The nice cool river was waiting.

Well it didn't have to wait long before we all got into the river for a good wash, all stinky and hot we needed one...bad!!! Just soaking in the waters was heavenly. After our wash we collected water for cooking and drinking.

Take 5!

At 1616hrs we were rather plastered. 4 hours after we left civilisation as we know it, we were beat. We needed more than a breather, we needed 2 breathers! Any rest was a welcomed suggestion but we also knew that if we were to rest for too long we will loose momentum and get into camp late which we did not want. We wanted to get in before we lost light. So we would normally break for 5 mins for a drink and a rest before we pushed on again. Being day 1 was tough as our bodies were not conditioned to the terrain as yet but we pushed ourselves to hit camp before nightfall.

Along the way...

Being the first day of our trek, our anxiety, excitement and heightened sense of adventure was at it's zenith. That was so till reality set in after about 3 hours plus of trekking. That was when muscles which we never knew we had and which we never bothered knowing the names off began to awaken and experience pain which translated into exhaustion for us. We were breathing heavily by now...well actually heaving really. The boys had their minds set on reaching camp to set up tents while my 25% was beginning to wonder what the hell on earth was she doing here with these 3 apes. I had to take her mind off the exhaustion and the pain so i redirected her focus onto the beauty that lays abound in the forest.

An upright ant hill or was the ground having a hard-on? A nice looking young mushroom growing up from the side of a dead branch.

Hundreds of tiny white mushrooms like so many upright white parachutes standing in attention to the cacophony of the forest song, more earlike fungi on another broken branch. Pardon my nameless fungi, flora and fauna cos i didn't bother looking it up at the library. Just too many mate.

See the smile on her "exhaustion laden face" pop out innocently when pointed to look at this gigantic fern and also when we saw this humongous tree.

This here fungi is trying some artistic form of growth while the "begonia" looking plant is surviving on this moss laden rock.

Finally an interesting specimen of fungi, am just wondering if this is the mook yee (wood ear mushroom) that my mom broils in her awesome chicken and mook yee dish. Never know and don't think i will collect it home for trial but it was all very helpful distraction from the fact that we are all rather plastered by then.

Bugger off!!!

A supermom by day and a creative sorceress by night. Don't be fooled by the manicured and pedicured painted nails, she has a fury as strong as the reds that she wears on her nails. Mess with her and you are history and probably will make history too. Thou shall be banished from her Pinkdom! Great is her sorcery when puts her concoction to pot. Anyone who tastes' from it will ever be mesmerised and never, ever forgets. Like poison it flows in our bellies and and poisons our minds for a millenia (this i jest you not). Thou too shall agree if but thou hast the chance to partake of her poison. Weaker of our lot she maybe but strong is the spirit as we shall see as the mountain gets tougher as we get higher.