After leeches, crossing several rivers, hiking up a hill, sleeping on tree bark, listening to the songs of Orang Asli, sunbathing in the jungle by a blue pond, bathing under a full moon, hiking up five cascades of waterfall, a number of stunning photographs, losing my cap, watching hornbills flying in the sky, a hovering bird, cute puppies, stuck in mud, having garlic bread by the river, a boat ride up and down the Endau River, in a life jacket, floating down the Endau River, bitten by endangered fishes and among many others, in the company of friends, from the UK, to Denmark, to Malaysia and Singapore, I am back in Kuala Lumpur, a world of worries.
Still, in my mind, till the day I die, I will remember many things there, including this one hut:
When I sleep tonight, I hope to dream laying on my back by the Endau River, under a clear sky and a full moon with water gushing madly and gently down a grand cascade of waterfalls just a stone’s throw away, lulled by nature’s song.
Sigh…
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