After four hours upon hitting the road, we are still in the car. Our eyes are glued to the windows. Even the driver, who's supposed to concetrate his eyes on the road, just couldn't help being attracted to the natural beauty on both sides. Had it been me driving, I would have gone off course, driving across rivers and swamps, staight into the hills. 
The sun soon rises up from the east, and a layer of thick mist soon settles upon this quiet region, as if it's saying, "Awww... such a pretty, lazy, warm morning. Let's rest for a while, before continue our journey upwards." And so, they choose to stay at a suitable height, halfway betwen the roofs of the hills of the wooden huts, and the peak of the mountains. What a pretty sight indeed! 
Soon, little human babies awaken, sending mummies hurrying to the kitchen to cook and fill up their tiny, empty stomachs. Smoke rise up from the chimney, into the cool, minty air. Coconut trees sway in response to the whispers of the wind; rubber trees shaking of golden, holey leaves. "And, why not?" they exclaim. "t's a good day to get a sun tan." Young green babies sprout from their branches, greeting us as we wheeze past them. 
The rivers, having been tormented by yesterday's storm, are now flowing cautiously downstream. Carryiing with it, ,parts of trees and branches in its belly. Fishes are hiding behind the rocks, for they know the little humans are awake. Having eaten their counterparts, they will definitely come back for more. Lest they want to end up in a frying, sizzling wok, they had better stay hidden in the brown, murky waters. Being fried, is definitely not a pleasant feeling. Especially if you were duped, cut up and torn apart. 
Ahh.. it's a blissful life. what more could one ask for? A picturesque scenery, right out of the book of Little Red Riding Hood. A nursery rhyme creeps through my mind:
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily,
Life is, but a dream.
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