huhuhu
yet another chapter of travelling torments……
this time round… i went back to Ipoh… perak roadways’ the bus… the company that will, sadly, be deprived of such famous customer as i am….. so on i went on an unforgettable journey, tho i slept all the way… at the hentian gopeng, i went off and headed straight to the luggage compartment to get my bags…. just as soon as i tried to pry open that blasted thing… the bus went off again…. without a single warning whatsoever….grrrr…. humiliated and all that (it’s a good thing there’s no chicks round;p) i ran after the bus…. to no avail…… bye bye bags… nice knowing you…
distraught and a bit on the fringe of fire…. i went into the station and called up my parents…. and it’s so happen that at that particular time, they were on the road… from kelantan…. on a highway no telecommunication service could ever penetrate the hills….. and that left me stranded… without my luggage…humiliated…cranky and most of all geographically challanged…huhuhuh ;(
so i waited for another 2 hours and by then i made up my mind… "i’ll walk my way up to kuala kangsar… to my grandma’s house….67km away…from where i stand…. i need the workout anyways…"
11pm…alone….and full of songs (good songs i might add - heck, maybe i could be a singer one day… and i created my own songs too!) well, it does seemed that when you are alone and done have nothing to do, you could be a little poetic and artistic, believe me, you could…. there are sum good samaritans dropping by asking, and offering a ride but no-no says the royal knight, i shall continue this journey on my own…. that’s what me a knight, says the noble and handsome knight…. and after 2-3 hours of walking the legs started cursing the noble knight…. "what are u thinking….walking alone along the highway!…. and it’s a good thing that after reaching the halfway mark, sum generous soldier (and i really meant a real soldier) came to my aid…. i forget his name tho…. and that’s that…
laughter and sum sarcastic remarks were cast on me by the time i arrived… a good laugh indeed… and unfortunately i missed out on the joke and the laughter never reached my succulent ;p lips….. battered and tired i venture on another journey… a journey into dreamland where i walked on for several miles more….. ;p
the bags? yes i managed to retrieved it 24hours later.. after it made a round trip to shah alam and back to ipoh…
….and no thanks to "80days around the world" that i finished b4 the grand dinner… those ideas bout travelling really aroused me and kept me walking the whole way up the road… if only jules vern could write other books….. i would not be soooo humiliated and tired…. i do think that i’m cursed by sum evil spirit that lurks around wearing make-ups that’s so thick that u could skied them….
at least now i know ipoh like the back of my hand…
