So, on the 4th of July, we set off early in the morning. I waited at the Kelana Jaya LRT bus-stop for almost half an hour before my friend arrived to pick me up.
As soon as I sat in the car, it suddenly dawned upon me that I hadn’t bothered to know where we heading! So, I asked the friend, “Where are we going to, Tim?”
“Why?! Slim River, of course!” Tim answered rather too jovially.
Slim River? Wow! I ‘ve heard of it, but I’ve never been there before. I usually pass by these two terms, this name on the reflective, green signboard, whenever I drive home on the North-South toll highway. I have never thought of turning in for a visit though.
Yeay! Goody ! Goody! I’m finally going to visit Slim River!
We arrived at Slim River about 9am, an hour later after we started our journey. As soon as we arrived, I was requested to sign this ‘Death Indemnity’ form. I was scared to death. Once again, I began second doubting myself. Am I making the correct decision to do this? White water rafting?
“Aww.. come on, Jean!” I told myself. It can’t be that hard!
With gritted teeth, I grabbed the nearest pen , tied my hair into a bun, and signed the indemnity form. I threw my glasses in the car, emptied my pockets of coins, keys and dollar notes, and put them all in the car. Then, we climbed into the four-wheel drive, was driven 15 minutes on a long , winding path of muddy track, in the middle of the oil palm estate. Out of the window, we saw hills, mountains and healthy trees, actively absorbing all the sunlight, creating alternative forms of energy within them. The air was fresh, with occasional pungent smell of exhaust fumes emitted from the 30 year-old jeep. Ah.. this reminds me so much of the time I was in Mulu Caves! Trekking 11km in a day.. wondering if I'd ever reach...
As soon as I sat in the car, it suddenly dawned upon me that I hadn’t bothered to know where we heading! So, I asked the friend, “Where are we going to, Tim?”
“Why?! Slim River, of course!” Tim answered rather too jovially.
Slim River? Wow! I ‘ve heard of it, but I’ve never been there before. I usually pass by these two terms, this name on the reflective, green signboard, whenever I drive home on the North-South toll highway. I have never thought of turning in for a visit though.
Yeay! Goody ! Goody! I’m finally going to visit Slim River!
We arrived at Slim River about 9am, an hour later after we started our journey. As soon as we arrived, I was requested to sign this ‘Death Indemnity’ form. I was scared to death. Once again, I began second doubting myself. Am I making the correct decision to do this? White water rafting?
“Aww.. come on, Jean!” I told myself. It can’t be that hard!
With gritted teeth, I grabbed the nearest pen , tied my hair into a bun, and signed the indemnity form. I threw my glasses in the car, emptied my pockets of coins, keys and dollar notes, and put them all in the car. Then, we climbed into the four-wheel drive, was driven 15 minutes on a long , winding path of muddy track, in the middle of the oil palm estate. Out of the window, we saw hills, mountains and healthy trees, actively absorbing all the sunlight, creating alternative forms of energy within them. The air was fresh, with occasional pungent smell of exhaust fumes emitted from the 30 year-old jeep. Ah.. this reminds me so much of the time I was in Mulu Caves! Trekking 11km in a day.. wondering if I'd ever reach...
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